Seeing the paint-by-number ‘artworks’ decorating Hot Plate, a neighborhood breakfast place, plunged me into nostalgia.
At 10, nothing was better than making art that looked ‘real’ or perhaps I should say, ‘recognizable.’ Horses fascinated me and I labored at drawing them, using my horse statue for reference. One birthday, I received a paint-by-numbers kit for a horse portrait. Dip the cheap brush into the dime-sized plastic pots of paint, dab it in the blue-outlined shapes and voilà—my horse looked like the one shown on the box! Success!
A weird convergence.
Until my husband read the historical note in Hot Plate’s gallery, I’d never known that the Craft Master Corp., which made the paint-by-number kits, was headquartered in Toledo, my hometown. At first I thought, “That figures,” then I reminded myself that Toledo is also home to the Toledo Museum of Art, at the other end of the art world spectrum.
While crunching home fries and laughing at the paintings of questionable landscapes, sad clowns, and plucky dogs, I marveled at the paint-by-numbers concept. Someone had to curate images, analyze and isolate the placement of highlights and shadows, and choose the appropriate colors. Today, that function can easily be done in a graphics program, but in the 1960s that wasn’t the case.
The appeal of paint-by-number kits (popular in the 1950s and 1960s) and Bob Ross’ PBS show, “The Joy of Painting”(mid-1980s to mid-1990s, now immortalized on YouTube and in popular culture) is the idea that ordinary people with little or no artistic training can have an outlet for their creative impulses and paint something they’ll be pleased with.
On the paint-by-numbers box was the slogan, “Every man a Rembrandt!” We l l l, not exactly. But for my 10-year-old self, there was a real pleasure in making a painting that turned out.
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13 responses to “Pure Nostalgia and a Weird Convergence”
I always got bored before I was finished. Or I made a mistake–painted outside the lines or with the wrong color–and I’d quit. Maybe all that quitting taught me something. I’m now trying rosemaling and I haven’t quit yet–painting outside the lines is more forgiving.
I remember those! I got several paint by number art kits when I was a child, and I loved them!
Me too! I think I might have gotten a landscape too
I love your last line…about real pleasure in something that turns out. I’ve been enjoying my friend Maery Rose’s recent blog posts in which she’s sharing her efforts at drawing…some turn out but I am sure there are many that fall far short of her hopes and perhaps even her expectations, which I assume are often lower. Regardless, I’m taking real pleasure in how committed both of you are to your blogs.
Believe me, it’s a real pleasure to have a committed reader like you!
Ah, if only our adult lives could be as simple as paint-by-numbers! Thanks for the memories!
(We should have a paint-by-numbers party!)
Twice is nice 😁
Ah, if only our adult lives could be as simple as paint-by-numbers! Thanks for the memories!
(We should have a paint-by-numbers party!)
Sorry I had to say it twice. See what I mean about wanting adult life to be simpler???? Why can’t something as “simple” as leaving a blog comment be as simple as paint-by-numbers?!
I do believe I painted that same horse picture. Wouldn’t it be interesting to see an exhibit of all those horses lined up, all painted by different 10 year olds. I bet they’re all slightly different. Thanks for the nostalgia trip, Ellen.
Might be funny if some of tbe 10 year olds went rogue and just ignored the directions. 😉
I remember my sister making several of these paintings. I wasn’t old enough to paint within the lines, or so I was told. When I got older, I liked those sand art kits… very American Southwest. 😉
Funny! I haven’t thought about sand art kits in a while. I did at least one of those, too.