Karen's Studio Blog
Greetings and Salutations,
Pictured above is the first real easel I ever owned.
And, I still use it. I remember buying it many years ago. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, birds singing, and so on. Meininger’s, a major art supply store located in Denver, had just moved to their Broadway location. They were having their annual tent sale and I made my annual pilgrimage to check it out.
Our eyes met across the tent and it was love at first sight.
Well not exactly, but love at first sight is not far off. I had been wanting to buy an easel for a long time. The ones I could afford were very cheaply made and looked that way, too. This easel had a large price tag originally listing it at $150, which was very expensive at the time. A big red sharpie had marked a big red “X” over that and added a big red price of $75. A quiet blue ball point pen tried desperately to hide the $75 and quietly added the new price of $35.
The easel was beautiful.
A piece of fine furniture finished with a deep red brown stain and the looks of being well made. Something had to be wrong with it, right? So I inspected every last bit of it looking for flaws, breaks, and damage, but I could find none. This easel was not only beautiful. It was perfect, too.
I just about fell over.
After recovering, and without a second thought, I grabbed it and headed to the check out. I don’t remember much after that except trying to maneuver the easel into our little car’s hatchback. Which is a memorable story, too, and should be left to a later date (just imagine Lucille Ball in a similar situation but with dark hair, sized not much bigger than the easel she’s wrestling with, and you’ll be pretty close).
I lost the battle to paint.
When I first starting using this beautiful and perfect easel, I tried to keep it that way, beautiful and perfect. But the battle was lost early on and I stopped trying. I realized that the only way to keep it perfect and beautiful was to not use it at all. The results are in the photos above.
Paint is layered on the easel.
From the very first canvas until it sees it’s last. This layering of paint is similar to the layers of paint on a canvas until a unified work of art appears. This easel is a record of my painting color choices mixed with dust and bits of canvas from decades of use. Did I mention how perfect and beautiful it still is?
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Take care and have a beautiful day,