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my first attempt at oil painting. i was in advanced art, and never once did i stray away from my acrilics. sometimes i wish i hadnt, but then again i would have made a fool of myself with my complete ignorance to the ways of oil painting. first off, i didnt have any paint thinner or linseed oil. i decided to use canola oil, and it acctualy worked pretty well, until the wind blew over everything when i was at my neighbor's. yes, i decided to work outside, because it was so beautiful out. it was a good idea, until the wend came rushing in as if it was seeking revenge. i secured my newsprint with rocks, i had a can of water (my mom's idea, it proved useless, of course) my few paintbrushes, quite a sad collection. turns out i left my favorite brush up at my cabin. well shit. so i had one big prickly old brush, and a few smaller cheap ones. a few minutes in i hadnt a clue how toget the black of my brush, so i started using the smaller brushes to apply the yellow. well that proved painstaking so i abbandoned it and went to turn on some serj tankian so i could scream along and release my frustration. i decided to search oil paints, and i found out something about oil, and im like...canola oil! and it worked, though im sure paint thinner would have been better. i soon found out the oil could be used to dilute the paint, something that was mad handy, because knowing me i hate to waste paint, i apply it thinly as possible, afraid to leave thick layers. this gives a hazy muted kind of look, but i like it. ive always admired the bold colors, that dont seem to blend, they're just there on the canvas, and it makes a beautiful picture. like my uncle's work. there's a poppy he painted hanging up in my grandparents house, and i admire it everytime i see it. his style is different than mine, but i cant help wishing i could paint like that. i decided i would attempt his way on this painting, but my tubes of paint are so small im afraid to use them. all in all, ive come up with this so far, i am waiting for the paint to dry for me to attempt the details.

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