Oil Painting

I am much too brave sometimes. When I babysit, I get five kids to play monopoly only to figure out fifteen minutes later not all the pieces are there. I bake cupcakes with children in twenty minutes without a muffin pan. And in art class, I suggest everyone do oil painting. Sometimes, I am too brave for my own good. But it seems to have worked out this time.

Pastels seem to be my favorite thing ever. In the wake of glue's betrayal, pastel crayons have become my most steadfast and loyal companion. They are the Penelope to my Odysseus and I love them. This week, everyone drew their picture in pastels then added vegetable oil to it. Yes, it sound insane, but it works like watercolors. It pulls apart the pigment and sticks it next to each other. I later got a chemistry lesson as to why this works, but I've forgotten most of it.

These are some street artists, most probably using pastels if you ask me. 

Here's a striking wild life. A cliff, an ocean, and eagles. 

The cutest and oiliest little eagles you've ever seen. 

This was a logging truck of doom. Underneath street level was tons of explosives or something.

Here's a sketch of the cutest little dog. I was told his name was Bailey. 

Even thought our class was November 4th, that didn't mean Halloween was over. 

Part of our study of Dutch art was about how Dutch art isn't a scene. It's supposed to capture a blink of something. After the blink (the painting) is over, reality sets in and people start moving again.

This picture captures the waves hitting a ship perfectly like a photograph.

A shooting stare is something that if you blink you might miss it.

Or a fish jumping. Then again, most of these blink and miss it things end up being made into art. So I guess they'd be useless if they weren't fleeting.