Hello again to those of you who have read my mental meanderings before, and welcome to newcomers. My name is Pat, and I am the proprietor of a painting studio. Art, in all of it’s forms, fascinate me. I relish a place where I can share my love of art with fellow enthusiasts.
Although it may not need to be mentioned, one of my very favorite forms of art expression is painting. The application of pigment in any of it’s many forms by brush, knife, sponge, airbrush or even little fingers onto paper, canvas, pottery, cloth or even the human body (to name a few) can result in an objet d’art which can, literally, take your breath away. I don’t think there is any limit to the human imagination when it comes to art expression. I have seen paintings that have brought me to tears. I have seen paintings that have made me laugh out loud. I have seen many others which have evoked virtually every emotion that I have. If you have not visited your local art gallery, museum, or even high school or elementary school hallway lately I suggest that you do so. Art is such a rush.
When one of my daughters was small, she brought home a piece that she had painted (an oil) in school. She was in elementary at the time, and in the Extended Learning program, so had access to media that other children her age did not. Right away I could see, as though looking up from the bottom, the belly of a whale with a few fish swimming by. Understand that this was NOT the subject matter that she intended to paint (it was supposed to be the bottom of a boat) which brings me to yet another point; art is in the eye of the beholder. Boat for her, whale for me. I had that painting framed, and it hung on our wall for years. Then we moved, and I’m not sure what happened to it. Anyway, I digress. When you go to the gallery or museum or hallway, try to see what a picture means to YOU before you read the title. It’s more fun that way, I think.