When I was a kid, Mom bought me a set of oil paints.
She didn’t know what it was exactly, she just bought them. She must have thought that those were watercolors or something similar. Water-based. But it wasn’t and neither of us knew that.
This painting was one of my first oil paintings. . . and it’s on paper. On thick paper (but not as thick as the ones meant for watercolor). The some oil leaks can be seen on the sides, and on the back of the paper as well.
My very first oil painting was a painting of a ship (medieval one, made of wood). The problem is, I don’t know where it is anymore. It’s probably gone now (because once, our house was attacked by termites, and there’s also the flood). 😦 Too bad, I liked the way it looks, as I remember it in my brain.
I remember I was baffled by the weird smell of the paint and I panicked when my brushes (but they were meant for water-based media and paper) had gone stiff. There were no artists in my immediate family to tell me that those were oil paints and that they are used with canvases and paint thinners and turpentine.
I only learned in college – and that’s the only “art school” that I went to. “College of Fine Arts and Design”. I wish I studied in an art school all my life, but I didn’t because we didn’t know that there were any such schools here in the Philippines. I should’ve went here if I’d known. I feel so bitter when I think about that. But I can never turn back time. I should just self-study again.