
I’ve painted and drawn my whole life, but have no formal training in art. Regardless, I love the feel of the brush and pencil in my fingers, just like I love the feel and smell of a book.
I swore I’d never succumb to reading on an e-reader. Then I got my first Kindle and I was hooked. Now, I hardly ever read a real book.
I felt the same way about art. Sure, other people use graphic design software to create art and illustrations. But not me, I said. I’m a purist, I said.
Lately however, I’ll admit there’s been a bit of a shift in my position. Although I haven’t created a piece of art from start to finish on my computer yet, I’m inching closer and closer.
I paint with acrylics on canvas, stone and wood, and I create illustrations for a story I wrote with color pencils and pastels. I don’t have any desire to learn how to fill in color with a keystroke. Leave that for younger, more technologically evolved artists.
I recently started uploading photos I took of my storybook illustrations. As I do, I’m compelled to “fix” them like I do all my photos–that is, straighten, crop and brighten.
I’m amazed at how much better my drawings look when I’m done. I fiddle with contrast, heighten or tamp down highlights and shadows, increase color saturation…I can’t leave them as-is anymore.
Earlier today, I was going through some photo files on my computer and found a picture of an acrylic painting that I painted a couple of years ago. It’s of a workboat on the Chesapeake Bay. I’ve never liked it much. So of course, I photoshopped it.
I fiddled and tweaked, and above is the result. The first version is the “Before” and the second is “After”.
I’m not even sure how I created the pinkish highlight, but I don’t care. I like the new version. I’m tempted to use it to go back with paint and try to “fix” the original painting, but why bother? Also, there’s a good likelihood I’d only make matters worse.
I’m afraid that this old-school purist is on a slippery slope. I’ll be filling in color with a keystroke any day now.