
I began an acrylic painting class at the community college last week. I think if I take classes this year, I can get into the mode of consistent creativity. I am also taking a drawing class that my prodigy daughter took last semester. It is not going well… I suck at drawing. The instructor doesn’t let us use an eraser. Plus, all he talks about is how amazingly talented my daughter is.
This was the homework this week:
A monochromatic still life of white objects on a red-tinted ground. White/Blue/Black

This painting below was my first classwork assignment. It was originally painted with only black and white. Then, we learned about glazing techniques. That’s the color on top. I got an A
