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??
J LOL J
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”.
J
J
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! J
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! J
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! J
at 20 feet, 6 feet and at 2 feet, or something like that.
It sounds like a job for an easel, to me! J
How wonderful is that??
XOXO,
Lucky Dog
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