How many paintings must I do before I call myself a real artist?
This was my 100th painting... Wow! 100 paintings with my little HEaton in the bottom corner. I wanted my 100th painting to be something special. I think I was disappointed that it was just a plain old still life. But, I look at this one, and how can I be disappointed with it? I love nearly everything about it. I love the blotchy brush strokes on the table and the fuzzy edge between the table and the wall. I love the shadows cast by the fruit. I love the shape of the grapes, the orange highlights on top of the apple, and the detail of the stem. And, even though blue is my least favorite color, I love the texture of the background.
Maybe my 100th painting was special after all.
So, when will I feel like I can call myself an artist? I'm going to work on painting #166 this weekend. Maybe at #200... but probably not.
Helen, the one who's satisfied for now calling herself a painter and a student of the art of painting.