Framing Ceremony

 

 

I don’t know if I’ve ever told you about one of the coolest rituals at the studio where I paint: the Framing Ceremony.

 

When one of us finishes a painting, our teacher takes it into his office for a moment, then returns with the painting placed in a frame. He props it up on an easel or on the floor (depending on size), and we all ooo and aahhh over the finished product.

 

The above photo was taken last night, and it was a grand framing ceremony. But then something happened: another student finished a painting, and so we had a second awesome framing ceremony…

 

 

Near the end of the night, yet another student’s masterpiece was completed and we all experienced the third framing ceremony of the evening…

 

 

Honestly, I was ooo-ing and aahhh-ing so much – I didn’t want it to end. But it did.

 

As you can see, we all paint completely different subjects and styles. That makes for a gallery feel at the studio and insures there’s always plenty of eye-candy in the joint. I usually take a moment or two just to look around and see what everyone’s up to. It is always interesting.

 

I love a good framing ceremony. And 3 in 1 night was a first for me. Our teacher said the record is 5 in 1 night. I’d be down with that. Fortunately, I’m well-versed in ooos and aahhhs.

Other Painters…

 

 

In the studio where I paint (and continue to learn to paint), there are many other painters. Here’s a brief look at what was going on there last night.

 

Nemo!

 

 

Architecture!

 

 

When someone finishes a painting – especially when it’s one of their very first paintings – our teacher does something he calls a “framing ceremony”: he takes their canvas and displays it in a frame. This serves more than one purpose. First, it shows the painter that yes, that canvas is indeed done and doesn’t need to be fiddled with a second more. Second, it provides a tremendous sense of accomplishment for new painters. I’m sure it’s important in other ways, but I can’t think of those right now. Might be the paint fumes. Anyhoo, last night brought a framing ceremony for a painter’s second painting…

 

 

And it was lovely.

 

As for my own work last night, this is a detailed area of a large canvas…

 

 

And that’s all I’m sharing. For now.

The Studio Where I Paint

 

 

This is the studio where I paint. (I know that sentence is klunky. I still ain’t gonna fix it.) Anyway, when I walk in for a class, it’s like visiting a museum or gallery. And the art is constantly changing, which makes it a visual adventure.

 

 

As students, we are painting at every conceivable level. Some of us are true beginners. Some are more practiced. And it’s all wonderful.

 

 

My teacher, Eli, has a small space dedicated to some of his older paintings. A lot of students begin their training by copying his images.

 

 

There are kids’ classes, too.

 

 

One of the things I love about this place is the variety of creativity. Folks are painting things I wouldn’t paint in a million years. And that’s cool, because I still appreciate seeing their work and their ideas.

 

Another thing I love about the studio is the freedom and safety to try. As Eli always says, “It’s only paint.” And you know what? Every great artist started at her or his beginning. Maybe this kid will find that inner Picasso…

 

 

Or maybe the kid will just grow up, be willing to try new endeavors and appreciate the trying of others. What an artful way to live.