This is the first oil painting that I completed. At this point I had completed numerous sculptures and a very few acrylic paintings prior to this. I have been drawing since the third grade. At least that's my first memory of acknowledgement of something artistic that I did. I got away from the sculptures due to the fragile nature of the medium that I was using and the enormous cost of bronze. Cheryl (my wife) suggested a class for some kind of art. She found me an oil painting class at Vol State for which I am eternally grateful. I survived about three of the eight classes. I learned a way to set up and clean up my paint (i do it differently now). That was what I really needed and the teacher had a habit of showing what changes she would suggest on your canvass. Even at that stage of oil, I could not stand the idea of someone else working on my work. Besides, art is subjective. How can one person both say to loosen up and paint what you want and then come back and say that it's not right.
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