Have you ever painted a turd, but something in the paint really draws you to it? I finished this one in class yesterday, and quickly took it to my car, to bury the evidence. When I got home, I put it on my easel with the intention of scraping it off and savaging the canvas. But as I stared is the thing, something makes me actually like it. Nothing is correct in the painting, the colors are completely wrong. It looks like a kindergartner took all the colors in his 64 crayon box and just started coloring away. Having said that, I still like it. I've put it on my wall next to my favorite painting, which is an acrylic painted by Karen.
At least I'm doing things as I'm told in class this year. :) Well, other than the Crayola colors...
I like the sky and the mountains. It is a very warm color scheme.