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Aug. 13th, 2008 10:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gwendolyngreyLast night as I was researching Mary Beale (and incidentally staying up way too late falling in love with the late 17th century... it's dangerous stuff!) I started thinking about her as a portraitist and about how much fun it would be to actually 'get in character' by doing several 17th century style portraits and drawings. Then something happened. For the first time in months and months, I actually really wanted to paint. I want to wear my scruffy old apron and slap gesso around and be surrounded by the odor of oil paint and liquin. There's a sort of magical calm in painting, where the rest of the world doesn't matter... all I need to worry about is if the colors are good or the mouth is the right size/shape or oh-crap-I-have-to-draw-the-hands-now.
One thing I've always wanted to do is to paint while in costume; most specifically, in the costume of someone who actually was an artist and would have worked in those clothes. This is going to be fun. :-)
And I'm incredibly thankful that my love for art (and being an artist) has returned before the next semester starts. In less than two weeks I'm going to be back at school, spending time at Calder surrounded by (and creating) art. Two days ago I was dreading going back to school. Today I don't think I mind at all.
One thing I've always wanted to do is to paint while in costume; most specifically, in the costume of someone who actually was an artist and would have worked in those clothes. This is going to be fun. :-)
And I'm incredibly thankful that my love for art (and being an artist) has returned before the next semester starts. In less than two weeks I'm going to be back at school, spending time at Calder surrounded by (and creating) art. Two days ago I was dreading going back to school. Today I don't think I mind at all.
