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Apples and Pears, Practically Free

I was standing in an unusually long line at the register of the craft store waiting to buy dowel rods and things for Daughter No. 2. She needed to build a suitable cage-like thing to protect an egg in her physics class—you know, that egg-drop project that kids have been doing for years. So, I was standing there waiting and waiting and waiting, and I fell prey to the $1 bins. No. 2 said more than once, "you don't need that," but when something is only $1, of course I do need it, and there is no arguing.

I got a bag of clips, the kind you clip on chip bags to keep chips from going stale. I use those things for frozen peas and powdered sugar and whatever else I don't want spilling all over the pantry. And then I bought these—two small canvases stamped with the outline of an apple and a pear. And I bought a small pack of acrylic paint. It's all crap, I realize, but I needed it. All of it. And all for just a $1 a piece.

I have never painted with acrylics, and I suspect these crappy little tubes are not the thing to learn with, especially if all my paint brushes are watercolor brushes. Here is what I created anyway.

Yes, I know real fruit doesn't come in these colors, but that's not the point. The point is to create, and since I had no idea what I was doing, I created these artistic beauties. I feel a new obsession coming on, and I feel the need for more cheap canvases stamped with fruit.

Alan Alda and Carol Burnett made a middle-aged buddy movie years ago called Four Seasons. One of the female characters was a constipated photographer who photographed nothing but fruit and vegetables for years and years. I think I'll become her but with acrylics instead of film.

Comments

dive said…
Wow!
Those are great, Robyn!
That looks too much fun.
Hey, weirdly enough, you, Rich and I have all posted art posts today.
Robyn, there's no end to what you can do with fruit. Although I don't usually take photos of it much unless it's hanging from a tree or a vine.

Dive, I guess we can call this artsy Monday. :))
Utsav said…
Robyn, these do look like fun, although I just plain suck at anything artsy. Your 3Ding is so great. The whole idea, including the image of you sitting down and painstakingly doing it, seems quite cute to me :). Do keep us posted on more fruits.
Scout said…
Dive, it's like a coloring book but with stretched canvas. As with crayons and paper, I am not much for staying within the lines.

Rich, fruit is easily recognizable at least, and relatively simple.

Utsav, I am many things, and cute is one of them.
Anonymous said…
Good for you Robyn - they are such fun paintings. There is some budding creativity in there.
Google Rebecca Hayward and have a look at her art. She is David Bellugi's wife - lives and paints in Florence, Italy. You might be inspired to create beyond the realm of the everyday. I rather think that there might be some interesting compositions lurking in the subconcious of Robyn's mind!!
Gina said…
For a buck, those are pretty darn good!
Alifan said…
Oh dear now I will have to get my drawing cupboard open again, you have made me want to start drawing....

Dive and Full started to draw at school and so I gave up when they brought their great artistic items home.....

Still I did decide when I was 30 (OMG that was a while ago) to go to evening classes and actually passed an O level exam then....

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