Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Dot to Dot
This image, shot down at the ice from a bridge nearby, reminds me of growing up with two relics of youth... dot to dot puzzles and painting by numbers kits. You learned your numbers and, if you were lucky, got an interesting picture out of your efforts. My favorite out of the two though had to be the painting kits. They were special to me. On Christmas morning, Santa always dropped off a kit in my spot. Two of my memorable 'artistic efforts' were a mare and her colt in a field and a scenic shot of a covered bridge in autumn. I worked on them for weeks at a time, dabbing small angles of color all over the picture, number by number. When finished, I was quite proud of my efforts and stacked the painting on my bookcase for me to stare at while getting up each day. THAT was the extent of my art back then. I always jokingly say it's the reason I married an artist. That always gets a smile.