Without question, my biggest obstacle in this course was painting. I’m not a painter and while I appreciate those who do, it was at least twelve years since the last time I picked up a brush for art school. Factor in some extra hurdles delaying my acquisition of said paints, it was a recipe for disaster I was not looking forward to. What followed was a spectacular demolition derby of confidence and circumstance that didn’t exactly do wonders for my (up until that point) spotless performance.
Fast forward a month. I finally get everything in my hands and set to work. I can’t control a brush to save my life, but somehow I managed to pull the three preceding pieces off. With mounting pressure and unstable concentration, the fact they exist fills me with a little pride. I’m 1000% positive I’m never going to be a professional painter, but I do know that if these hands don’t have a pencil available I can at least pick up a brush.
Results may vary.