Painting Class: the Power of Showing Up

I have long harbored a desire to learn to paint. The handling and moving around of pure color has always fascinated me. It was so far from anything I knew about, yet I was really drawn to try it out. I had long been a quilter, a collager (is that a thing?), a photographer and a mosaic maker. I understand color pretty well and love playing with it. But painting, the conscious moving about of gooey, pure color, has always seemed like a delicious mystery to me.

Last summer I took an online class that helped me get my feet wet a little bit. I bought a bunch of student grade paints on sale and just started pushing color around, layering it, making marks with all kinds of items. I used sponge brushes, peeled corrugated paper, bottle caps, ferns and my fingers. And brushes. It was fun, but I wasn’t satisfied with anything I ever painted. It remained just that, moving around and mixing color, going from one canvas to the next, none of them anything I ever wanted to share. Nothing that was ever about anything, or even of anything. And that was okay with me, actually.

Long before this time, about five years ago, before I bought any paint or tried painting, I discovered some work that I loved that was done by a local artist. I loved the randomness of her work, the abstract purposefulness, the way she uses color so subtly and the recurring elements in her pieces. After a little investigation (hoping I’d find that she offered workshops once in a while), I learned that she teaches painting at the local community college. I promised myself that I would take her class when I retired if she was still teaching then.  As it turns out she is still teaching, I am retired and I am in her class. Lucky me! (P.S. Her name is Simone Senat. You can Google her work and see why I like it so much.)

The first thing I learned was that I’d need to buy some better quality paint.  I forged ahead, not looking at prices and bought a bunch of Golden, Liquitex and Graham acrylics.  I decided that for now I just want to paint with acrylic. I didn’t like the feeling of oils and their accompanying chemicals on my hands when we tried them out in class. I did like the creaminess of the colors, but I decided on acrylics anyway.

So, having bought paint and brushes and canvasses I was ready to paint. Listen to the names of these colors: Quinacridone Crimson,  Deep Magenta, Phthalo Blue, Azo Yellow, Bright Lime Green, Titanium White, Prism Violet, Cerulean Blue, Yellow Ochre, Burnt Sienna, Raw Umber, Mars Black…the list goes on and on. Truly, I just want to smear them around, all at once. And I have tried that. It gets a little over the top, though so I’m trying to pull back now, to limit my palette a little.

This week our assignment is to paint a still life. It is due on Thursday and is our first painting. We will be bringing food to class and looking at everyone’s paintings. I think we will talk about them. This isn’t as scary as it sounds, but it is a little daunting. There are all levels of skill in our class and I am in awe of some of these painters. The cool thing about painting this still life is that we are not required to try to duplicate it on a canvas. We can choose one element of it and place it out on a desert if we want to. Pretty much anything goes, which is freeing.  Here is how the still life is staged in the front of the classroom:


UGH. I didn’t want to paint any of that. No color except in the background, all those bones and pottery. I just didn’t know where to begin, so I worked on a sunsetty sky I’d photographed a while ago. It’s kind of cool, but the assignment was to paint the still life.  So yesterday I began to organize it. I drew what I wanted to paint on an old repurposed canvas and started filling things in. It was depressing. Such dull colors, and once I’d drawn it, where to put the background? Ugh. I’d have to paint over the stuff I’d drawn. I put that canvas down and decided I needed to just lay down some bright colors on another canvas, because that lifts my spirit. I’d deal with the still life later. Here’s what I came up with.

Still life in progress
September 2017

At first it made me really happy. So much true color all over the place, and I liked that. I decided that maybe this could be my still life if I used negative space to fill in a teapot, and maybe a horses’ skull. But having done that, I hated how it looked. It went from filling me with joy to depressing me. The pucey color around the horse’s skull, the stupid little mouth line. The teapot was barely recognizable. And all those angles kind of around the center made it look like a paint factory had exploded. It hurt me to even look at it. But I took it to school anyway.

As soon as I got there I painted over that horse skull. Then I started painting over a lot of it, trying to calm it down a little. I added some grey squares which were supposed to represent those little things hanging on the wall behind the still life but which actually looked like windows. Eventually Simone came around to look at everyone’s work and help us decide whether it was finished or not. Mine was definitely NOT.  She said, “Let me help you,” and she picked up a big wide brush, squeezed out some Titanium white and Hooker green paint and started covering things up. She suggested what I might do next and shortly was on her way to the next student. Suddenly I understood a little more about how negative space works, how a little can go a long ways and I’m on my way to liking my painting. Here’s how it looks now:

Kaleido Teapot
September 2017. First painting. Sometimes a piece of work is just due.

When I first decided it had to just be done, I felt a little sick inside. I really didn’t like it. At all. There was nothing else I could do with it that would improve it. My feeling of its awfulness were reinforced when I showed a photo of it to a friend and a family member. They were quick to point out all its obvious flaws. But, having no other alternative, I took it to school anyway. In preparation for Critique Day,  we lined all the paintings up on easels, went around and looked at them, and then discussed them one by one. And funnily enough, even though it was so hard to take it up there and introduce myself, admitting that I had painted that weird looking painting, once the talk began I felt better.  From a distance it looks better and it just is what it is. The teacher said my color sense is magical and that this looks like a Matisse, totally. While I think she was being kind, I’ll take it and I’ll paint again tomorrow. Because how else will I ever get better? Something had to be my first painting.

The thing that is so stimulating for me about this class is first, that it takes me out of my comfort zone. Way out. I am good at working with other mediums, but this is not my area of expertise at all. NOT ONE BIT. But I show up every day, and I squeeze out that color and smear it around, again and again. And little by little I am learning some things. Perhaps the biggest thing I’m learning is to show up with my work despite feeling embarrassed and frustrated by it. I show up and I don’t give up. I just keep squeezing out those colors and smearing them around. One day I may actually paint something I like. But whether I do or not, I will keep on showing up. I will face my own demons, those of not being good enough, not knowing as much as another person, not being able to face what I perceive as my own weaknesses.  I will rummage around inside those feelings and maybe over time, I will let go of my attachment to them and I will accept myself a little more, as I am.  I will discover, once again, the power of showing up and persevering, no matter what. Just that, at least. And that is enough.


4 thoughts on “Painting Class: the Power of Showing Up

  1. Neat-O! I love hearing about creative experiments and really appreciate insights into the process, not only of painting, but of everything else before, after and during the time at the canvas. Thanks.


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