Harriett Alice Richardson

Biography

I'm Harriett. I'm 16 now. I was 14 when I started posting here on this website :)) I'm rubbish at art, but i enjoy it and my dad also likes my paintings. His friend also like them, but his friend doesnt do art, just reads art magazines and wears cord trousers and a bowtie and likes to talk about it, so I dont know if he actually likes them or just says he does bcos he wants to be an arty person and doesnt want to hurt my feelings or something. I started painting when I was about 5, but got really serious when I was 12. But when I was 9 I stopped for nearly a year as stuff happened in the family and I didn't want to make anything, and painting felt like a waste of time. I like to paint day-to-day stuff. I have done some classical style images and studied this style for a while, but it doesnt have anything to with what my life is actually like. Id rather paint a Sky TV remote than a Greek god. I dont think this makes me a bad person. So I do paintings of everyday stuff, and paintings of my thoughts. I only keep paintings by taking photos once I finish them. Making the paintings is for me the important part. Once I finish an image I wash the paint off the board then use it again. I remember my Dad telling me a story about someone who was super poor, and they only had a piece of cardboard, so they would paint on it with water, this meant they had a canvas they could use over and over again. And by the time they finished the image, it was starting to fade at where they started it. He said this means more than what it means, and we understand things differently at different ages. I don't like to work from memories. I prefer painting from photo as reference. I do some memory paintings, but not often. Memories change, and so does real life. I'm scared that if I think of a memory too much, it will change and not be true anymore. Dad just lets me do what I want with art, and says its good I have it and it shouldnt be like school work, as people say they play piano and not work piano for a reason, and the same with playing football and other stuff, and art helps me just like food helps us, but he does say that i should eat more and stop painting bowls of salad. PS I just write as I think. I dont like to edit my thoughts, as when i try to think about how other people would want to hear something, it just goes wrong :( Sorry if my writing sounds really simple. My Dad says its better to have the honest me than a fake someone else, and if I start trying to be something else I'll forget who I am. idk what else to write. I tried to make this part of the profile longer. xx Ugh i'll change this part about a million times probably. Idk if my art is ridiculous, I just enjoy doing each painting and dont think about a next one, or anything else apart from painting the painting im painting, so I hope people dont mind me posting it on this site, as lots of people here are like Rembrandt and have studied at the best places, then here I am posting paintings of food and half opened doors and headless golfers in ballgowns. Ugh I think I should go lie down xx PS I hope everyone is doing well :) if I vanish for ages it's just because of life and stuff, i'll be back and will post some more stuff whenever i can. I live in my own world most of the time. it is weird. it is like everyone walks about and does stuff almost trying to ignore that they will die one day. idk, it seems odd to try and have conversations with people. most of the time they look at me strange when i start talking. i think bcos i look just like a normal person they hope the conversation will be about weather and holidays and stuff like that, but then i ask them things like do they ever wonder if bus shelters get lonely at nighttime, that kind of thing, just things you would ask when young but then you get old and you arent meant to ask those kind of things, but talk about the news etc. I dont know, it feels fake to me, i don't think i'm fitting in very well. I think i'll just do my art. I had a job there but it was difficult to talk to people I worked with. Then i fell and damaged my leg, which was annoying. idk what i'll do, I hoped to just work in a shop or something. ok im just talking nonsense now, i'm going to bed as its late. xx