I say silent mentors because I didn’t have any actual relationship with these people. I read their books, and for some reason they connected to me, and that was enough for me to find my way and, eventually, to become a mentor to others who needed help with money.
Today, almost exactly twenty years later, it’s not money that I’m interested in but art. And I’ll be damned if I haven’t found a couple of silent mentors in the art world: James Gurney and Stan Prokopenko.
James and Stan == Dave and Vicki?
Why do I like these two? I don’t know. Something about the way they teach just connects with my brain. And that’s how it was with Dave and Vicki. The way they talked about money made sense to me. I’d read ten or twenty personal finance books before finding The Total Money Makeover and Your Money or Your Life, but those were the two books that actually clicked.
And that’s how it is with James and Stan. There are many other artists from whom I’m learning (via YouTube or books or what have you), but it’s Stan and James — especially James — that have a sort of dedicated line into my brain.
James Gurney is perhaps the most inspirational and interesting person I’ve ever found on the internet. His books and blog and YouTube channel and courses are all top notch. He’s just a guy who loves art and wants to share that passion with others. There’s zero bullshit. Love it. I hope that I’ve been to personal finance as Gurney is to art.
Stan Prokopenko has perhaps the very thinnest layer of bullshit, but only to the extent that he’s monetized some of what he offers. And that’s not really bullshit, right? If you’re good and you have something to offer, then sure, ask for payment. He still offers tons of free material, but James is on a whole other level.
I like James and Stan so much that I’ve sent money their way. Sort of. I spent big bucks to buy an out-of-print book that James produced with his college roommate, Thomas Kinkade. (Yes, that Thomas Kinkade.) And I bought several of Stan’s online courses. They’re great.)
Anyhow, I didn’t really start writing this to share these two professionals. I started writing this to share my own progress.
Getting Started with Art
In a relative sense, I’m still very much at the start of my art education. I know that. I respect that. I’m fine with that.
But after roughly a year of dabbling with this stuff, I’m just now beginning to produce stuff that I like. This might be a long way from producing stuff that others like — although there was the fellow student who wanted to buy one of my paintings last fall, even though I thought the painting was crap — but it’s good enough. Really, my aim with this art journey is to be able to produce material that means something to me. And, at last, I’m able to do that.
Just to be clear, most of what I produce is still crap, and I know that. That’s what I expect. But just as with my photography 25 years ago, I’m beginning to produce stuff I like now and then.
I had zero background in photography when Mac and I started taking classes together in roughly 2000 or 2001. My photos were like most photos: poorly composed, poorly exposed, etc. But after a year of classes, I could make photographs I found interesting. And after a few years, I was able to make photos that others found interesting. I was even able to sell a photo to a Audubon Magazine, which I guess makes me a pro photographer.
For my own edification, I thought it might be fun to document my progress so far. It’s not great progress, but it’s progress. (My friend Tanja Hester — from Our Next Life — has made amazing progress with her art over the past 18 months. I wish she’d share it publicly. Her stuff is terrific.)
Documenting My Progress
To start, let’s look at where I was in late 2022. Here’s my first-ever watercolor painting (which is so so bad) and an early attempt to draw my dog.
Next, here’s an example of where my skills were after two weeks of watercolor class last September.
Progress, right? Instead of looking like a painting from a six-year-old, it looks like a painting from a twelve-year-old.
I spent three months with twice-weekly watercolor classes. Because I’m a people-pleaser, I’d paint each homework assignment three or five or eight times. By the end of November, I could paint this:
Much better, yes?
At this time, I realized that much of my problem was that I couldn’t draw. Intellectually, I understood the principles of good design and composition, but I couldn’t actually convert that understanding to practice. So, I signed up for two drawing classes. I’ve been in them for about a month now. My progress has astounded me.
Here, for instance, is a drawing of my dog made after a week of drawing instruction.
That’s a lot better than what I’d done thirteen months before, right? But wait. There’s more. Here’s the same drawing (based on the same photo) after a month of drawing classes:
Wow. Again, I know it’s not great, but it’s good enough for me.
Now, what happens when I combine what I’ve learned about drawing and what I’ve learned about painting? Well, here’s a painting of my dog (over a drawing of my dog).
I don’t care if anyone else likes this. I like this. I can’t believe I produced this. I know I have a long way (year and years) to go yet, but seeing that I can produce even this small painting is like paying off my first debt. It’s like the beginning of my debt snowball. It gives me confidence. It helps me to understand that if I keep doing the “right” things, I’ll get better and better results.
I’m not going to lie. My proudest moment so far as an artist is this: In last night’s class, my instructor sat and looked at this painting for a couple of minutes. She had constructive criticism, sure, but she was also wrapped in it. I count that as success.
Last night in my Ink Pen + Watercolor class, I was able to produce this with almost zero effort and zero thought while BSing with the other students (all 70+ year old women haha).
Again, this inspires confidence. It makes me want to make more art. In fact, it makes me want to set aside everything else to focus on my drawing and painting.
It’s also a bit scary, though. For three years now, I’ve been able to kind of set aside my ambition because I didn’t have the skill to match it. I know I want to draw comics (or a graphic novel or something similar) about Penny Short, but I haven’t had to flesh out a story because I’ve been a long way from being able to draw it. Well, now I see that I’m not so far away from being able to at least rough something out.
I’m a long way from being able to produce something like James Gurney’s Dinotopia series. In fact, I’ll never reach that. I don’t care. I’m enjoying the process of learning about art. More than that, I can see that it’s possible (probable?) that I’ll be able to produce some sort of artistic narrative fiction in my lifetime.