The Process of Artistry

​My father always starts his Saturday by going to the Art store to pick out more brushes, acrylic paint, and canvases. As soon as he finds the perfect canvas, he starts to ponder. What type of style should the painting be? What should the painting portray? What story am I telling? He goes home, get his pencils out and starts to free hand the sketches. At first sight, he thinks the sketches are not portraying what he’s feeling. He erases, scratches his curly beard, places his index finger on his chin and thinks for a second. He grabs another piece of paper and sharpens his pencil. He sits on the couch, look at work emails, and cook dinner to refresh himself. An hour goes by, he sketches the background and surprisingly puts every detail in the perfect place. He smiles and continues. He pulls out the paintbrushes, then he transports the sketch to the canvas. Halfway finished, he starts to stipple the canvas to make distinction. The distinction of stippling is far-fetched for him, but he’s decides to try something different. Three hours, one Starbucks Java-Chip later, and he’s done. He packages it up and prepares for his upcoming art show. He sits back on the couch, kicks his feet up on the ottoman and falls asleep.