| This one is my sisters. I had a much smaller one. |
Ever since I've attempted to create good art (from my early teens on), I have been afraid of color. I never understood it. I don't have a natural eye for it, and there seemed to be too much information about it out there for me to learn.
My first introduction to color wheels and color theory was in Barry Stebbing's book, Lambs Book of Art. However, with the freedom of an energetic, home-schooled child, I skipped over most of the exercises and lessons on color because I wanted to get on with the "real art" projects. Grass is green. Sky is blue. And people are pink. That's all I thought I needed to know when I was eleven. I'd rather spend my time drawing clothes on that funny cartoon and turning him into a construction worker.
| Only one page in this book had a date on it, so I'm left to assume I was 12 when I did this. I was hoping I was much younger... |
My second introduction to color was in a home school co-op when I was 12. I had an art lesson each Friday, and we tried out different mediums. For some reason, in my head this did not count as a "real" art class--I think mainly because the art teacher did not have a degree in art. Looking back, I could totally be wrong about that and perhaps she did know more about art than I gave her credit for--not that I myself knew anything about the academics or history of art.
| How I treated pointillism because I hated how time consuming it was. I can't imagine I got a good grade and this piece... |
| A lovely depiction of a hawk killing one of our chickens. Age 12 |
I enjoyed art. I did it for fun, and if it wasn't fun, I didn't see the point in doing it. I never intended to do anything academic or professional with it.
| A painting from that art class I actually took some time on. I don't cringe so hard at this one. |
When I was 13 or 14, I discovered two books on drawing realistic portraits. Secrets to Drawing Realistic Portraits by Carrie Stuart Parks) and Draw Real People by Lee Hammond. Instantly, I was hooked. I watched some YouTube videos, made grids, turned photos into gray-scale, and drew until I became proficient with graphite and charcoal. I entered some portraits in the Fulton County Fair, won some ribbons, and gave some portraits away to family and friends.
| Age 14, after reading the books. This was drawn from a live model and the first portrait I was really proud of |
| Age 12? Before reading the books |
I became comfortable with black and white. If I turned a photo to gray-scale, I could draw it because all I had to do was match the different values and shades. I even wished I had a filter I could slide over my eyes, or a switch to flip, so I could see everything in black and white, like an old television set.
| One of my more artistic ones which won a blue ribbon at the fair. Age 16 or 17. |
| Actually drew this one from my imagination instead of a photograph which makes it more special to me although it didn't not place at the fair. Age 16 |
And that is when color really began to scare me. When working with color, I could not simply draw the shapes and fill them in dark or light. I knew there was more to red than just red, but I didn't know how to see the different shades and tints, let alone reproduce them with pencils or paint.
| Notice the halfhearted shading, though I'm actually surprised I made this a whole scene I was probably 16/17. I was terrible at putting dates on my drawings |
There were two main deterrents to color. One, the sheer number of options available: watercolor, oil, acrylic, pastels, colored pencil, markers, etc. (Not to mention that each of these had countless brands, and countless different types of tools to work with.)
Two, it could be expensive to invest in paints and all the tools needed. It was much simpler, and cheaper, to stick to pencils.
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| Charcoal drawing from my college art class. Age 22 |
But here I am ten years later and wanting to illustrate some children's books I have written. I could do charcoal drawings, but I love the look of watercolors. I already own some watercolors and watercolor paper, gifts I'd collected over the years and was too scared to use because I might ruin them.
Perhaps it was boredom, or the sudden lack of obligations, but when I returned from summer camp last year, I began experimenting with art. I did some drawings in marker, a few charcoal portraits, watercolor, painted on some newspaper, and began sharing my art on Instagram.
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| A few watercolors with a friend |
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| Hedghog Boi. Acrylic on newspaper |
When I realized that I could make art that other people enjoyed with materials I have lying around the house, it freed me from the fear of needing to have the right tools, the best paints, the expensive papers --all these things that I knew nothing about, that held me back from creating because I didn't know the "right" way to do it.
It took starting with the materials I have on hand to get me interested in color theory and how light works, paper texture and how to set up a pallet.
Remember that old paint pallet from the beginning of this post?
Once I started using it, it gave me a jumping off point. I am willing to invest more in some of the "right tools" as I find limitations to the ones I am using. I'm excited to learn more about color and materials because I know it will help me grow as an artist. I have a project that I'm passionate about, and I get to share with others. Now I'm excited to learn, but know I don't have to wait until I know it all before I start creating.


