Chewing Through Bars

          I realize people will probably say that chewing through bars is gonna take a long time, dull your teeth, and be mostly impossible, but I think it might be easier than other things. It only requires one skill: chew. Do you really need pointy teeth? Some things are overrated. I'll bet someone with the skill could make good money, get some TV coverage on Ripley's Believe It or Not (who hasn't seen that show!?); and they would be more famous than most other people. I'm serious! A one skill talent may be the way to go, stretching your abilities beyond moving your mouth could lead to a lot of problems. Weird problems....

         

           I'm taking a watercolor class, and as much fun as I am having, it is kind of stress full. The hardest part is letting go of the control! I can be a control freak, and when the teacher tells me to let the paint do the work; well, lets just say my brush wants to disagree.

          One of the first things we did earlier this semester was about value. We painted from life (eee!). Most of the students did a picture of a mountain, or a group of trees; but nope not me, I Had to be difficult! I chose an old train, and then made sure the trees were behind it (Stupid move). Its hard to let the paint take over when you have to make sure it doesn't go where it isn't aloud to go. 

          Maybe it isn't terrible. It isn't great. But it isn't completely terrible. It totally beat what I did before the class; (ha ha!) those weren't even good enough for a magnet on the fridge. 

          After this project we did something that scared the jivies out of me. A pouring project, no brushing at all. BAH! I couldn't do the first pour, I made the teacher do it. I'm a coward. How is it I can jump off a cliff, ask a complete stranger (AKA Hot Guy) for a motorcycle ride, or take a car for a short flight, but I can't pour a jar of paint!?? Freakin' control issues! 

          

          If I get anything out of this semester, it will be a new set of goodies. I poured! I poured about Seven times. It still creeps up my spine. Courage B. Courage.

          

          The next project was amazing! I got to use the brush!

            Maybe it was the colors, or the design, or maybe it was because I was terrified to screw it up and made it through somehow; I don't know, but I like it (Insert: Mini mental parade).

            Its been a good few days lately. While the teacher tried to play the "paint is in control" card, I was really in control. We combined cross-hatching drawings with watercolor. 

             I love pens. 

          I used the brush, but I didn't smear the paint. Not once. Its all just dropped on there and then the water took over. Did I have control issues? You bet. I had a tiny fit during class where I just let the brush kinda slam into the paper; somehow it worked out afterwards. 

  

          Chewing bars, its a little like watercolor. It takes an amateur a long while to figure out ways around things. Next week I get to paint my sisters face! I'm sure she is going to look lovely. Psych! I was really hoping we would be able to skip this part. 

Note to my sister: If I jack up your portrait, we can always name it after Picasso. He was a professional.