The title may speak for itself, but I just thought I’d add: I had no idea what I was doing. I had some brushes, some paint, and some canvas. I had Bob Ross on Netflix in front of me, and I thought I was going to be a pro (like Bob) right out of the gate.
I fingerpainted the water.
My first oil painting was an overwhelming experience. And yes, I dropped it. My fiance, who painted along side me, has not tried it again.
It may not be my finest (nor most creative) work, but this painting holds a spot in my heart that none can usurp. This was my first.
