Hooked forever

I was hooked forever. I discovered I was an artist - not the type that wear their pajamas when they go shopping, and never wash their hair. But to my shame I am sometimes very moody and have the blues. Don't we all have our faults? My brother decided in grade 2 he wanted to become an actuary and he did. I became a painter. Only difference is in the amount of money we make. But one day when I reach my Renoir status, I will be the one laughing all the way to the bank.

We went shopping again, my mother and I. The "how to paint"-book said I needed Alizarin Crimson, Prussian Blue and Sap Green. My mother didn't know one can actually mix those colours from the ones I already had. Neither did I.

For a while I just worked on hard board, but as you can see from the picture of my next still life, I didn't know it has to be primed before you painted on it. So it didn't work so well. I attempted many paintings. Many of them got thrown away, uncompleted. I got discouraged, frustrated, but the artist in me never disappeared.

One of my attempts on hard board.