want art by that artist on our walls! Well you’re in luck.
I’m frequently asked how my parents approve of my choice to become an artist and illustrator.
Recently, on a date with Dr. Jeff, I was told,
“Amber, you could have been a doctor or something stable and dependable.” Nice.
Ooooooooh….Minus 10 points Dr.Jeff. tut, tut.My personal collection of Salvador Alvarez originals will never be complete.
These are paintings my dad recently finished on the art sabbatical he’s wrapping up in Germany.
I was trained classically growing up. As a teenager I was fantastically capable of never appreciating what I had (duh): a stay-at-home-dad/live-in-private-art-instructor with a studio overlooking a deep blue Pacific Ocean.
My foundation year at Pratt here in NYC made me realize my unique experience – painting with sable brushes and Winsor & Newton inks on Arches paper before I could name my colors was actually something rare! Who’d of thunk?
I was afraid that my dream – you know the life I’m living now:
animator, fashion illustrator, surface designer, children’s book illustrator
would be seen as a deviance from the noble profession of true fine art. When I close my eyes and I picture a ‘real artist’ I see a solitary figure and an easel in big open space.
When my Pratt life-drawing class required we anonymously tack up our figure drawings for our first crit my professor continued to point to my rendering and say “You can see in his drawing that________” When I went to claim my work afterward my professor was shocked. “This is your drawing?”
I ran home ( skipping half the way and probably stopping to pick a flower and feed the squirrels) and called my dad first thing. This proof that I didn’t draw like a girl felt like that moment when Charlie finds the golden ticket in his Wonka Bar.
If you know anything about She Sure is Sketchy you know that the everything done here is made by one little Brooklynite unabashedly drawing like a girl without a shade of apology. I’m forever thankful to my dad and to Pratt for giving me the skills I needed to find myself as an artist.
Once I realized that the only thing I wanted to do was “draw like a girl” life just got so easy.
Since arriving in New York City nine years ago with nothing but a duffel bag and a wild set of bangs to show for myself, I’ve had a few perfect days with clear triumphs and life-changing milestones in my ever stretching career. One of the best came last year on the phone with my dad when he casually said
“Your work is just so strong.”
So yes, I could have been a doctor, but so could my dad. If he had, I (and you) wouldn’t have bangin’ art like this to put on your walls:
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Stop by Sal Paints Live – he’s new to the world of blogging so go say ‘Hi’.
You can inquire about pricing by emailing firstname.lastname@example.org Check out the studies and sketches offered up at his new Etsy Store. The prices there are made for young collectors.
More of his art can be seen at www.SalvadorAlvarez.com
OK, this post is long and gushy and totally something only a girl would write.
But seriously, isn’t my dad the coolest?