If one of your dreams has been learning to paint and it still has not been realized, then it is never too late to get started. No matter if you've never taken a lesson, or if you've never used a brush, the most important thing is that you have the desire to learn--as this is the first and most important requirement. Patience, technique, and style are developed with practice. Without desire, no matter if you have the best teacher, it will be a waste of time. If you think you have that desire to learn, you are a strong candidate. I commit with you that, God willing, you will learn to paint and make your dream come true. My new art studio is open now, which is located in downtown McComb, Ohio, where I will be having painting lessons. If you want some motivation, I recommend you invest a little of your time and read the following narrative, since this is a short review of how I learned to paint.
I still remember from early childhood (3-4 years of age) that I liked drawing and painting cartoons on the floor and walls of my home. My parents always scolded me for doing this. I also remember when my brothers, sisters, and I started going to school. When we came home and we sat at the table to eat, my dad always asked us what we wanted to do when we grew up. All of them said different professions. I always said when I grow up I want to be a doctor, a soldier, a detective, or an architect. I never mentioned I wanted to be a painter. Maybe this was because I was always scolded and never heard a comment that motivated me to express my feelings through drawing and painting. I always kept it inside me.
In 1988, at the age of fifteen, I finished junior high school. At that time, I had painted a few canvases, but I wanted to turn professional. Then I asked a master painter from the village where I lived if he would teach me to paint. He always refused to do so. I insisted several times, but he never agreed. Frustrated and desperate, that same year I decided to leave home.
My stepmother took me to Mexico City to stay with my uncles to study art through Mexico’s most famous academy of art. Due to my lack of undergraduate studies, they did not accept me. With the previous refusal, I visited other prestigious art schools of Mexico City, hoping that some of them would accept me. For the same reason, I was not accepted.
When my uncles saw my frustration, they told me about the CECATI industrial training center for workers where they offered different training courses for six months. They had no painting course, which was my illusion, but had a course in commercial art. Basically it was to learn to make deployed advertising, and everything to do with letters and math, but no paint. Putting my pride aside, I decided to take the course of drawing, because I did not want go back to my hometown empty handed.
Definitely this course does not change my vision and passion for painting, but it took me on another path that I had not contemplated. I finished the course, which was basically more theory than practice. This course greatly influenced me. Since my debut, I did it as a sign painter, not an artist. Thank God for my uncles, who supported me all the time.
Well back to the talk, at the end of the course I started to look for work in many sign shops. I did this for several weeks, day after day through the streets of Mexico seeking work. Everyone asked me if I could make signs. I told them no. They answered me “Very sorry, I need someone who knows.” Imagine how I felt, very disappointed.
One day after being tired of walking, I told myself this is the last attempt seeking a job. If they denied me the job I will return to my hometown rejected and defeated. When I arrived at the next business sign shop, I asked the owner for work. He said the same question as the previous. “You know how to paint signs?” I said I did not have any experience, but I can help you clean the brushes. He told me no. His refusal made me feel useless. I said thank you and I turned around and I raised my hand to stop the urban transport to return to my uncle’s house. At the same time I felt a strong intuition in my heart to ask one more question to that sign maker. I told the bus driver sorry for the stop and I returned to ask him, “In what school did you study?” He answered me with that accent that Chilangos have, “In the SCHOOL OF LIFE, CARNAAAAAAAL!!!” Very ignorant I wanted to ask him, Where is that school? But I kept quiet and did the bus stop again. While on the bus I kept wondering, “Who would I ask where is this school of life?” But I kept it inside me. Ashamed, I did not return immediately to my hometown. I spent several months doing nothing and being a burden to my uncles.
Then my eldest brother visited my uncles and he convinced me to return home. The first thing I did, being at home with my wounded pride, was to purchase two cans of paint and one brush. I made a big sign that said "SIGNS." I took a week to make it and placed it on the roof of the house. I remember spending hours looking at the sign and wondering myself when I would learn to paint. At home everyone thought I knew painting by the fact that I had taken the course in drawing. I had no idea what I was doing, but the best was yet to come. Days passed and the people started to come to the house asking for my services. I always ran to my room to hide and pretend to be asleep. I was afraid to face reality and did not know and had no experience in the service I was offering.
The hiding worked for several times until one day a very special customer came. As usual, I shut myself in my room waiting for the customer to leave. He was in the living room telling my mom, “I want him to paint a horse head with a horseshoe and business name on both sides of the door of my truck.” I said to myself, no man, and now what do I do? While I was thinking “I do not want to ruin this gentleman’s truck,” my mom knocked on the door. She was saying, “Get up boy! Do not play asleep. You are looking for a job.” I was silent and waiting for that person to leave so I could get out of my hiding place.
A few Minutes later, my mother was knocking on the door again. “He’s waiting, boy.” I was very surprised by the persistence of this gentleman. After about half an hour my mom came to the door, this time very angry, and told me “If you do not leave your room now, I will remove that sign and your little game is over.” Wow! That got me where it hurt. I remember saying to my mother from my room, “Tell the gentleman I have no brushes or paint.” It really was true. I heard my mom telling this to Mr. Patience. Inside me, I thought, with this he is going to leave right now. And then, I heard the gentleman say “Tell your boy I'll buy what he needs. I want him to paint my truck.”
With no other options and looking embarrassed, I left my hiding forever. Thank God, there I faced and defeated the first giant. On the way to buy the materials, I confessed to him that I really had no experience painting signs. He said “Whatever! You're gonna do it.” Wow, the confidence of that man. After all that, I painted his request. I think the horse heads looked like funny donkey heads. Anyway, he was very happy with the final product. That gave me confidence and security. I always thank God for putting this gentleman in my path. From that year, 1989, to the beginning of 1994 I dedicated myself to painting sings while I developed the fine art of painting, which was my passion. In the streets of Pakal-na and Palenque,Chiapas, I discovered the SCHOOL OF LIFE!!! .
At the beginning of January, 1994, the time had come to face the second and third giants. To me that had great importance. I decided to go back to Mexico City and ask for work from the sign shop owner who already had denied me and who told me that he had studied in the school of life. Arriving in Mexico, the first thing I did was go straight to his shop. I asked for work. He did not recognize me. He asked me the same question. “You know how to paint signs?” I replied immediately, “Yes, but if I'm not as fast as you.” Then he said, “Do you know how to paint fruits?” “Of course,” I said to him. “Well, I have a client who wants a fruit basket. Can you paint it for me?” I painted the fruit basket and he liked it and ended up giving me the job. Right there I felt that the second giant had toppled. Then he told me, “I have a sign for a school. I got it started. Can you finish it?” I said, “Of course I can.” When I finished the sign, he asked me in what school did I study? I answered him with so much confidence, “At the SCHOOL OF LIFE!!!” That was something that I was waiting to tell him for so long. Woooow! Just there, my skin got goose bumps and I could feel the third giant fall to the ground defeated. Standing right there I said to myself, this chapter has closed and here after another facet of my life begins. Thank God that He allowed me to do part of my dream.
Until that time. ..TO BE CONTINUED.
Thank you very much for taking your time to read this note to the end. I hope you're motivated and inspired. For more information about painting classes, please fill out the contact form or call me at: 419-722-8334.