Now, I don't belong to a local art group. But I weaselled my way in anyway.
The deal was, you get to snoop through their back room full of spare old airplane parts, take home something that you think you could turn into a valuable piece of art, then bring it back to the museum in time for their big week this summer. They have two visiting aircraft - a B-17 and a B-25 WWII bomber - that you can climb up inside. Apparently they are expecting upward of 10,000 visitors for this particular exhibit, which is a mind-boggling number of people that may be walking past a piece of art that I created. See how I managed to bring it all around back to me? It's a gift, really.
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I got there last, so I didn't get the coolest stuff. BUT I GOT THIS AMAZING AIRPLANE WING!!! I was pretty excited about it, until I remembered that 10,000 people were going to be looking at it. Gulp. Then I totally choked, and it sat in my living room for the next three months. Accusingly.
I finally stopped procrastinating and got down to business.
After I'd finished it, I reflected that if I was to start over, I would do it completely differently. But then I shrugged and went to deliver it. Too late for regrets, bitches!
I have to admit, the colours absolutely thrill me. I spent an obscene amount of time staring at the finished product, trying to memorize the different combinations and drips. YUM.
The museum also let me have a bunch of 1950s and 1960s aviation maps to use, and you can see a lot of that detail beneath the paint.
From my own stash I added some airmail-themed goodies.
Finally, when I was only two weeks late, I drove off to the museum to deliver my objet d'art. When I got there, they were already assembling all the other works into categories, so I got to see the other artists' work.
I had an epiphany.
I need to join an art group.
Seriously, these people brought ART. Like, something you would put in an exhibit, or a gallery, or... or... or... a MUSEUM. Ohmygah. Yeah. I felt totally outclassed. Wait, not at all in a "please feel sorry for me" way or a "please compliment my art because I'm feeling desperately needy" but more in an "I HAVE TO STEP UP MY GAME" way. Because seeing those other artists' pieces seriously opened my eyes. I've been doodling along, dabbling here and there, and never really getting serious about improving.
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