Next month local artist Glenda Cornell features in Bella magazine which is why editor TYLA HARRINGTON decided to reflect on what art has meant to her, and on advice from Glenda we could all be following
When I was younger I wanted to be an artist.
Not a full-time artist, no.
But although writing has always been number one (a snout ahead of being a dog breeder), when I was about eight-years-old it struck me – much like a paint brush splashing a dollop of vibrant red onto a blank canvas – that being an artist could be a creative sideline.
After all, how hard could it be to paint something?
Well other than my bedroom wall, I had to find out the hard way that when it comes to art, you’ve either got it or you ain’t.
Before I reached that epiphany I decided to start art classes with a well-known and very talented artist in Echuca.
She was brilliant but perhaps I was a little bit beyond her reach to be moulded into a primary school Picasso.
The first drawing I finished in her class was; surprise, surprise, of a dog. I thought it was brilliant, with all its straight lines and no character. It wasn’t.
Next I tried chalk – and another dog. This time a Siberian husky.
It wasn’t great until my best friend (who was then and still is a brilliant artist) helped me out.
This time I hit the nail on the head – or she did at least. Great job Tyla!
It hung on a wall in my home for a very long time until I had to submit a piece for art class a few years later and decided to come clean.
Sorry mum, the idea might have been mine but the finished product wasn’t really.
The reason I’m confessing for the second time is because of Glenda Cornell.
Glenda has an art gallery in Echuca and would have to be, in my obviously valuable opinion, one of the most talented artists we have in the twin towns.
Lucky for Bella readers she features in next month’s issue.
You name the medium and Glenda has almost certainly given it a go. Colours and subjects too. It seems nothing is beyond her ability.
But behind all the colours and all the mediums, Glenda’s story has a life message.
When Glenda’s husband died 19 years ago she turned to art as a therapy, and as a friend.
For it helped her not just see colour but to also see light at a time of great darkness.
It still helps her today.
When life gives Glenda lemons she really does make lemonade. The only difference is, is her lemonade is on canvas, not in the liquid form.
I think Glenda is onto something.
The bad news is we can’t all be as good as her because we’re not all artists.
The good news is we can – and should – appreciate art in all its forms.
When life gives you lemons, take a step back and enjoy the lemonade of art which other talented people have created.
If it suits you, grab a paint brush and take it out on the canvas. Who cares if the end result isn’t a masterpiece?
I still remember a not-much-older Tyla crying for some reason or another and being handed a colouring-in sheet – one with lots of detail and lots of room for colour.
Granted, the lines were already there, and all I had to do was colour them in.
But it stopped me crying and it got me smiling.
What I’m trying to say is the next time you’re feeling blue, why not have a go at smashing that blue out on a canvas.
Better yet, paint a ship and say ‘bon voyage’ to those blues and hello to the happier you.
And if painting or creating isn’t your thing, try looking at the art others have created.
Apart from a bit of paint, and/or a little time, what have you got to lose?