My Teacher Ripped my Painting

My Teacher Ripped my Painting

Now, let me explain:

I am currently taking a second semester painting class with my painting teacher Mr. Wu at my local community college to improve my painting and coloring skills. He’s an incredible professional painter and I’m honored to learn from him for the second time.

Even though I have yet to finish this painting, after 20+ hours, I turned it in anyways on the day of the critique. Because, you know, that’s what good students do.

Apparently he was still impressed, as he urged me to enter national competitions. Again. He’s encouraged me to compete since my first semester, which SO means a lot to me.

Alter Painting

At the end of class, as he was hanging the class’s paintings on the wall, he happened to fumble on my painting and drop it on top of a light stand, which happened to have a sharp protrusion on the top.

See, I was mingling somewhere else in class when someone call my name.

At first I just thought the drop just scratched some of the painting off.

“What did you do now?” I teased.

Oh, the horror on my teacher’s face. He pushed his fingers through a 2 inch rip at the the bottom left corner of my painting.

“I accidentally dropped it on top of the light. I’m so sorry.”

“Ah, it’s okay,” I said, surprisingly calm about the situation.

“No, but it’s such a nice painting!” He was obviously very sorry.

“Ah, it’s okay. You can just paint me a new one,” I said, jokingly.

“Ah, I can fix it,” he said. “I’ll take a piece of canvas and glue it on the back of the canvas. Then you can touch it up in the front. I’ve done this before for a client and I still sold the painting for $3000.”

“Oh,” I said. “I didn’t know you can do that. Okay, thank you!”

“Yes, and I’ll get you a new canvas too!”

I was taken aback. My teacher giving me a new canvas? Now that’s just too darned nice. “You don’t have to, Mr. Wu, but thank you.” Ahh, so nice.

So all in all, I learned a few things from this incident: One, just how wonderful a character Mr. Wu is; and two, just how my attitude has changed over the years. Had I been 5 years younger, I might have said it was okay, all the while being secretly upset and wondering, WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?

Yep, a lot has changed. And I’m proud to be this 5-years-later me right now.

Much love,

Tuyet