I am not, by and large, a painter.
I can bodge my way through a passable watercolour, and the enforced oils on paper that I did at my foundation course has been lovingly framed by my dad, but it’s not a medium I’m very comfortable with.
In fact, the painting tutor at art college could only summon enough enthusiasm to pass me with, ‘Well, you turned up to every class, and you did try…’
So when I half-heartedly signed up for a school fundraiser, (buy a canvas, paint it and it will be auctioned off), I thought I was going to embroider it or something.
Of course, I promptly forgot about the whole thing over the summer, until I got an email saying they were going to extend the deadline.
(Although the last two photos are unintentionally out of focus due to a problem with an Android update, I really like the way they look. It runs along an idea I had to try to take photos which show how things look to me without contacts in.)
So out came the paintbrushes…
In the end, I’m pretty pleased with it, I’m almost sad to give it away.