When Sam was a high school senior, her art teacher encouraged her to take up Fine Arts in college. And Sam had vehemently refused. She did not include Fine Arts among her preferred courses in college application forms. According to her, she couldn’t draw anything beyond “stick men.” And I kinda believed her. It’s Alex who’s always been more interested in drawing and painting. It’s Alex who has kept sketchpads over the years. It’s Alex who’s always experimenting with ink.
Sam? She’s the photographer and the digital artist. But draw and paint? Her most profound sketch (click at your own risk) wasn’t exactly art gallery material. So I wondered, in a passing way, what her high school art teacher saw in her work to encourage her to take Fine Arts.
Fine Arts not seriously on her mind, Sam went on to take up Photography. She’s on her third year now and she has a class on drawing and painting. About two weeks ago, she came home with an unfinished landscape painting — trees and a mountain. I was speechless when I saw it. Suddenly, I remembered her art teacher and I understood why he thought she was Fine Arts material.
Sam brought the painting back to the condo with her after that. Last weekend, the painting was back in the house. It had been submitted and graded. In a scale of 1 to 4 (4 being the highest possible grade), she got a 3.5. She didn’t know it but I took a photo of her painting.
I love the white flowers and how they partially cover a stick fence.
Below, an unfinished interpretation of Edouard Manet’s Berthe Morisot with a Bouquet of Violets.
Why the pupils are crosses, I don’t know. She said it had already been graded so I don’t know if she still intends to finish it.
And she said she couldn’t draw and paint? Goodness, if I could hold a paintbrush, I’d be selling paintings.