Who would have thought I would be as happy at 55 with a new set of markers as I was when I was 10?
I am even happier now because my little brother isn’t here to destroy them. Actually, the chances of that happening are way down since he is almost 50.
They came from my Favorite art supplier, Dick Blick, along with a new set of watercolor pencils and a container of mineral spirits.
Although the markers were shrink-wrapped and sanitized for my protection, the mineral spirits were not, and leaked all over the inside of the box. This is really odd. The lid was sealed, the cap was tight and there was a white plastic cap over that which I had to pry off. Still, it leaked. Go figure. Fortunately no harm done as far as I can tell. It’s a good thing the spirits I bought are odorless.
I have received fragrant packages before where lotion, perfume or some other liquid has escaped its container. It doesn’t make me want to sniff the back of a mail carrier’s truck any time soon, especially if someone’s cheese was not packaged correctly.
But I digress.
For an artist art supplies are like food. No matter what the economy is up to (or down to) we must have our art toys. The need to create and express oneself is truly as necessary as the need to eat. The term “starving artist” came from the knowledge that for some the passion for art comes above all else. It’s as important to some of us as the need to breathe.
Even people in prison find a way to create art.
Those who went to art school were brainwashed into thinking that only the finest and most expensive materials were worthy of securing a place in our studios. Those same people told us that our art is only worthy if it had been judged by some snob with an unpronounceable name and a long line of credentials. Excuse you?
After all that art school snobbery and pretentiousness I am still giddy over a set of new candy-colored markers. Go figure.
Marker joy
Who would have thought I would be as happy at 55 with a new set of markers as I was when I was 10?
I am even happier now because my little brother isn’t here to destroy them. Actually, the chances of that happening are way down since he is almost 50.
They came from my Favorite art supplier, Dick Blick, along with a new set of watercolor pencils and a container of mineral spirits.
Although the markers were shrink-wrapped and sanitized for my protection, the mineral spirits were not, and leaked all over the inside of the box. This is really odd. The lid was sealed, the cap was tight and there was a white plastic cap over that which I had to pry off. Still, it leaked. Go figure. Fortunately no harm done as far as I can tell. It’s a good thing the spirits I bought are odorless.
I have received fragrant packages before where lotion, perfume or some other liquid has escaped its container. It doesn’t make me want to sniff the back of a mail carrier’s truck any time soon, especially if someone’s cheese was not packaged correctly.
But I digress.
For an artist art supplies are like food. No matter what the economy is up to (or down to) we must have our art toys. The need to create and express oneself is truly as necessary as the need to eat. The term “starving artist” came from the knowledge that for some the passion for art comes above all else. It’s as important to some of us as the need to breathe.
Even people in prison find a way to create art.
Those who went to art school were brainwashed into thinking that only the finest and most expensive materials were worthy of securing a place in our studios. Those same people told us that our art is only worthy if it had been judged by some snob with an unpronounceable name and a long line of credentials. Excuse you?
After all that art school snobbery and pretentiousness I am still giddy over a set of new candy-colored markers. Go figure.