I finally bought myself an easel!
It’s so cute and portable.
It’s not clunky at all.
In fact,
it’s very streamlined and elegant that way.
If I have an easel, does that mean that I am a real artist??
LOL
It’s funny the things that help me feel like an artist.
You would think “making art”, would have
something to do with it,
but somehow it’s just not that simple.
When I was in Jr. High
(way back before middle schools existed),
I thought if I could only have a wooden art box like this,
I would really feel
like an artist…
Of course, now that I could buy one for myself,
I don’t know what I’d do with it.
I’m not toting paint around.
I don’t know what I’d do with it.
I’m not toting paint around.
But when I was 14, that would’ve been “it”.
But my mother sent me off to art classes
with a red plastic tackle box instead.
Yuk.
with a red plastic tackle box instead.
Yuk.
Red? Plastic?
No self-respecting artist would choose that!
All my friends had the wooden art boxes!
Hello! Unpainted wood with the brass hardware.
That’s what real artists had. Everybody knew that!
No self-respecting artist would choose that!
All my friends had the wooden art boxes!
Hello! Unpainted wood with the brass hardware.
That’s what real artists had. Everybody knew that!
Hahaha And now that I
could buy one, I don’t.
Go figure.
Go figure.
But I did buy an easel!
Maybe now I can back up and look
at my pieces from a distance greater than, say, 12 inches!
at my pieces from a distance greater than, say, 12 inches!
I have heard that a good piece will work well
at 20 feet, 6 feet and at 2 feet, or something like that.
It sounds like a job for an easel, to me!
at 20 feet, 6 feet and at 2 feet, or something like that.
It sounds like a job for an easel, to me!
How wonderful is that??
XOXO,
Lucky Dog
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