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[kradeelav]

caeruluspirit:

mesonychia:

When someone looks at abstract art and is like “ugh, I could’ve made that” it’s like…yeah? You think you could’ve? I like how those squiggles and splatters look, and how the colors play against each other, and I bet you could make something like that too. Wanna give it a try? I’ve got acrylics and tape and cardboard we could experiment on. It’s fun to break art and composition down to its bare essentials without worrying about things like representation or naturalism. Come on, let’s paint some lines.

“i could’ve made that” sure man, lets go. what colors are you drawn to. splash some blue on there, there you go, a splatter. it’s alright if it’s drippy, it’s just abstract. it’s easy. red? okay, cool- making a big smear? sure. paint however, man. use your hands. make a mess. sure, it’s got your handprint, and you were kinda mad at it before. but hey, i like the colors you picked. hey, might not be intentional, but the harsher strokes kinda gave way to softer colors- you had more fun here? cool. anyway, since you don’t like abstract art, you wanna toss this? or are you more attached to this raw expression of emotion than you thought you’d be? do you wanna go back to that art museum now?

Comments

[amado1]

T___T yeah

I remember in high school art class, my teacher wanted me to do some Jackson Pollock style splatter painting. I wasn't interested in it. Didn't like the idea of dripping paint over a canvas. He told me I could use anything, not just canvas, so I thought about splatter-painting my jeans or my sneakers, but in the end I just grabbed some of my mom's empty beer bottles and splattered those. I had no choice in colors. I had to use whatever leftover house paint we had in the garage. Medical, pastel colors that my mom had insisted on and everyone else in the family hated. Mint green and gumball pink.

For years I couldn't understand why my high school teacher loved those beer bottles so much. He kept them when I wanted to throw them away.

[kradeelav]

it's amazing how that little shift in 'go on, give it a try' mindset can mean worlds difference as one matures, isn't it? i'm so glad your old art teacher did that, hah. honestly sounds like a delight even over here, just imagining those bottles.