How I Horrified My Art Teacher

Yes, I know it's a dramatic title for this post, but sometimes in life, you've just gotta do what you've gotta do.

Even if it means horrifying the best art teacher in the whole wide world.

Please know that if there was any way around it, of course, I would never deliberately try to horrify Ms Kathy.  And I promise that I do feel guilty.

The thing is, I just had to do it.  Even if it means that Ms Kathy wails "NoooooOOOOOOoooooo Kate, please - Don't!".

You see, I painted this face of a lady at last Thursday's art class.  And Ms Kathy was very proud of me. She thought that I'd captured a real sense of mood.  (She was also proud that I'd managed to paint her nose so it didn't look freakishly weird and that I'd painted her eyes so they actually looked like eyes.)

Yay!  Progress!  I guess practice really does make a difference.  I looked at her little face and thought to myself "Not bad for an hour and a half Kate.  Not too bad for a beginner."

So all was going great. Fantastic even!

For a moment.

It was all going splendidly well until I looked past her little face and then noticed how it covered barely a quarter of the canvas I had painted her on.  I then realised very much to my dismay that her little face was way too small in relation to the size of the canvas.  


She looked like a pimple on a pineapple.  Hmmmm. Or is the saying "pimple on a pumpkin"?


I don't know.  Regardless of what object the pimple was on, I realised that suddenly her little face on my big canvas Just. Wasn't. Gonna. Work.


Darnation.  

So I proclaimed at the end of the class I'm going to paint over her and start again.

That was the moment Ms Kathy's eyes widened and those fateful words left her lips.

The thing is, in that moment I realised that sometimes, even when something is 'good' I've just got to make the decision to trust myself that I can do better.  

At least I hope so.

Otherwise I'll be kicking myself.

By the time you read this, she shall no longer exist on canvas.   Please, don't be sad.  You can stop by here and visit her any time you like.  That's the joy of the internet.

Think of it this way - she was a pimple and she had to be popped.

Whilst this can be a momentarily painful thing to do, please know that I'm very proud that just for a little while, she was MY PIMPLE.  And she was a darn good one too.

Thanks for stopping by and seeing what I've been up to (zit analogies and all).

Stay tuned for another update in the near future,

Kate
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