I suppose you could call me an “art snob” at times. Growing up with a father who was a Freelance Commercial Illustrator, who also did occasional portraits commissioned by the Toronto Maple Leafs and some of the players (or their wives) themselves, I was always surrounded by quality art. As I sometimes travel to thrift shops with my cousin-in-law, Maria, we will see many paintings in ragged frames ready to be purchased at reasonable prices. Unfortunately most of this art to me looks as if it was an attempt at realism, but was painted with ones baby toe. Not that there is anything wrong with that!
Today I thought I would share a piece I was working on this weekend. I saw a blank area on my wall (quite vast, actually) and thought it looked rather odd to have nothing more than a light socket on it. My living room window looks out onto a seemingly endless winter forest, so I thought it fitting that I paint what I am already surrounded with–it goes with the theme.
Some of it was done with a palette knife and some with various sized brushes (although at this time I cannot find my smallest brush which I so thought I had). I also used my hands. Yes, finger painting! You see…I really have no right whatsoever to criticize any art painted with ones baby toe.