Yesterday, I waxed…emo about the end of the semester and the various changes it brings. I guess maybe I should offer proof that I do indeed know that change isn’t necessarily a bad thing, and the value of growing and stretching.
Case in point: This semester, I’ve been taking a watercolor class, which ended yesterday, part of what brought out my inner whiner. But this class–well, on the first day, when our instructor told us what we’d be doing as one of our last assignments–namely a portrait–I was skeptical and a little frightened. I’d tried watercolor before, but I wasn’t that great at it. Of course, I was trying to teach myself, and had low-quality paints. I also knew that my drawing skills weren’t that great–a potential problem for an arts major–even if my emphasis is graphic design.
ANYWAY: here’s the point. And a bit of showing off. This is the first thing that I painted in class, back in January:
This was my first graded assignment:
These had the same reference photo. Notice, among other things, that I completely lost a snow bank in the color image.
This was my portrait, and very easily the best thing that I painted for this class:
I’m not happy with the left eye, but still. Four months. That’s what it took for me to get from the random artichoke and tree-symbols to a fairly decent portrait.
It would have been easy to be half-assed in this class, and not progress beyond artichokes and tree symbols, but I worked hard, and I kind of can’t believe the results. I know I’m a long way from opening up an Etsy shop, let alone quitting school to paint full-time. It makes me wonder then, what can I accomplish in the next four months? Four years? Four decades? If I sit around and resist change, I’ll never know.