My need to create things is overwhelming... and I like it.

You like my broken heart don't you? I did that last night. I couldn't sleep and sleeplessness spawns creativity in me. I've had that idea for a while now. It took me forever to find a human heart. The rest was easy.

Speaking of creativity, I just decided I wanted to paint. I've never really painted before. Not on my own anyhow. I loved art classes in High school and even in college. I always excelled but I never really did painting. I worked a lot with other mediums. Lots of line drawing and sketches, pointalism and sculpture. So I kept looking around my walls in my room at how bare they were and decided I was going to give painting a shot.



these were the first two that I painted. I sketched them first outlined them in black and then filled in. I made the mistake of painting the background last. But for my very first paint job I found myself rather impressed.

*just for the record I didn’t think up this design. I stole them from some pictures on the internet from a much better artist than I. I just freehand sketched them…

After finishing up that project I was ready for a bigger challenge. I wanted to draw a REAL person. So I dug around for an easy photo to draw and found this one of my friend Mike.



Looked easy enough, sticking with the same sort of style as the paintings I had done earlier but this time there were things like shadows and features I was going to have to work with and HANDS! I was scared of drawing hands. I should have been more scared of drawing lips though. It’s hard to give boys lips without making them look like girlie lips.

So I sat down and started sketching and the sketches came out so well (or so I thought) and within the hour I had everything laid out and the background painted.



I had most of it done by the end of the day. I went to bed and woke up Monday morning for work. I looked at the painting and there was just something about it that made me not love it as much as I had the day before. I saw the faults in my work is what happened. I saw I hadn’t placed one of the eyes in the right spot and that the nose was a little off although I hadn’t yet realized this is what it was. I had yet to draw a mouth and thought perhaps that that was it. I came home from work last night, ate some dinner, watched some TV with the roomies and then retreated to my room to finish up the painting even though I didn’t love it anymore.

I couldn’t just give up before even finishing. I at least wanted to see it all the way through before casting a final judgment. So I finished up, threw on a mouth and stood back and saw the eye/nose issue.

I made my friend kinda ugly. I made him have a weird nose, and shark eyes. I sucked it up though and sent the pictures to him. No bad news. I guess I’m my own worst critic, but I guess it isn’t half bad for a first attempt. I just need to slow down and perfect the sketches before putting down any paint. I have no patience, something I am working on. I like instant results. I like to start a project and finish it as soon as possible. If I just take some time, slow down maybe I could be good. Maybe.



I’m really good at drawing hands, and to think that was freaking me out!


I’m starting work on another painting for Leslie, it’s definitely going to be pop art of some kind because I’m really good at it.