It was a BIG day for me today. Was our last Abstract Watercolours class of the session, and the teacher had said that we wouldn’t do any painting today, but instead, she would start by showing us a Powerpoint presentation of some abstract works by various artist she pulled together, then each of us would display the work we did during the course, like a little private show that we each got to put up on the wall in turn. I got up extra early this morning (night-bird that I am) to put the finishing touches on a couple of paintings, then made my way to class with what I thought were all my pieces, in astoundingly hot weather (the kind that makes you sweat when you’re just sitting still).
Once in class, I was running around helping people put up their work, photographing it with my iPhone, then taking it down, and acting as timekeeper too, to make sure everyone got a decent allotment of time up on the wall. Once the work was up, teacher asked us each to write a couple of words that came to mind, then she read all the comments out loud to the student/artists. It was really moving. I went last, and I was surprised at how emotional the experience was. Quite a few comments about my colour sense, but “Bold” was a word that came up a lot. Go figure. I was mostly surprised at just how bold my work was in fact, considering that I always set out to do delicate and seemingly fragile—quiet strength-type things—but teacher said that was a side of my work I could take my time discovering over the summer maybe.
Then, after class I had a bunch of errands to run. The Visual Arts Centre is on Victoria street in Westmount, a very quaint little street with all kinds of interesting shops and cafés in one of the more posh parts of town, and somehow I went absolutely crazy and ended up buying two pairs of sandals (the kind with really great support, like the Israeli brand, Naot), plus a pair of ballerinas from Pretty Ballerina… handmade in Italy… but on sale! And really, I swear, they had my name written all over.
Then I got home and instantly realized that I had left my three FAVOURITE watercolour paintings on the coffee table in the living room this morning, even though I’d taken my time yesterday pulling all my pieces together. Oy.
Above, I’ve posted a pic of what my wall looked like, along with the comments I received. Close-ups on the individual pieces as well as photos of the works of the other students will end up on createthreesixtyfive.com eventually/soon. And yes, photos from our now long past student show in April are coming up soon too.
Also, almost forgot to mention that a lady from our class offered her place for a monotype workshop this weekend at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts, which I jumped on. Should be fun.