On Saturday my son and his friends decided they wanted to try their hand at painting some tee shirts. He knows I used to paint them and sell them a few years back. I have plenty of supplies, which I offered them. Paint, stamps, brushes, palets, and so on. They bought the shirts and some supplies of their own. I set them up in my apartment and left them alone so they wouldn't feel any pressure. I was only able to take one photo, and they wouln't let me take any pics of the final tees. Maybe next time. Who would have thought that they would be shy? Not these fifteen year olds... They started on paper first to test out the blotter brush and the spray paint. They were spray painting on a black shirt, then stenciling words on top of the spray when it dried. It turned out sort of the way they wanted, but you know kids these days, they want instant gratification. It wasn't perfect and my son's friend was not happy. I told them how it takes practice. "A technique takes practice." I can't make the others listen, but I can patiently explain it to my son. He understands and will practice because (1) he wants it more than the others do and (2) he has art running through his veins. And I don't mean me. It's all through my family and he has those hands and haven't put them to good use yet. I will encourage them all I can, with every cent I can afford to. I can't draw a straight line to save my life, but he can draw and has an eye for art and color, thank goodness. I ended up with more paint on the table than on the finished tee, but it was well worth it. I love to see them doing anything other than on their Sidekick or video games!
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