In 1997 I took a painting class from a local artist. I was way out of practice and this was my first experience with painting using anything but cheep high school tempera paints. I didn’t know anything about acrylic paints or still-life and was surprised how difficult it was to get into the swing again. A bit more difficult than “riding the proverbial bike.”

I’m somewhat of an impatient person and usually am pleased with my artistic results fairly quickly. So, after about 6 weeks of disasterous results, when the class ended, I put the paints away for a long time.

This is the only painting that I salvaged from that class, the others were not worth keeping.  The image photographed poorly, but it is the only one that I have. I do like the way the lights and darks play off the curves of the mannequin representing the shadows and highlights.