| Painter's envy |
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| Written by Neil | |
| Saturday, 09 December 2006 16:00 | |
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Now, I come from an artistic family - my sister is naturally gifted at drawing realistic looking images. My mom, a college art lecturer, paints well. My aunt was also a trained art teacher and my dad, um...well he can paint a pretty picture reminiscing about West Indies cricket dominance in the 80's. Okay, so wanted to be a painter. At one point I thought I could develop certain essential skills from seeing, up close, the works of master painters. Of course I had to go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. What I saw there was breathtaking and awe inspiring. After being moved to shed a tear over a painting of, I believe, a bowl of fruit by Van Gogh or Cezanne, I knew something had rub off on me that day. Upon my return to Jamaica I set about to test my new skill at painting. I believe it was while trying to perfect stick man no. 7 standing under an yellow coconut tree that I realized, maybe I wasn't meant to paint. Nowadays I try to paint with my camera, often taking photos of images rendered somewhat abstractly, hoping that maybe someone will see it and wonder, "is that a painting?". Trackback(0)
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