Alright, let’s talk about this Dawne Harrison thing. It wasn’t like I set out one day saying, “Today, I figure out Dawne Harrison.” Nah, it was way more roundabout than that, like most things in my life, seems like.
It actually started when I was stuck indoors for a good while back then. You know how it is, you start looking for stuff to do, anything to keep your hands busy and your mind off things. I was messing around with some old paints I found, not really knowing what I was doing. Just slapping colors on canvas, really.
Then I stumbled across this picture online. Didn’t even catch the name at first, just the style. It was different. Sort of rough, but also really… alive? I dunno how to explain it. It just stuck with me. I spent ages trying to find more like it, clicking through endless pages. Eventually, I landed on the name: Dawne Harrison. Felt like finding a needle in a haystack.
Trying to Get It Right
So, I decided I wanted to try and paint something that felt like that. Sounds simple, right? Wrong. It was tough. Really tough.
- First, I just tried copying. Looked terrible. Flat, dead. Nothing like the original vibe.
- Then I thought, okay, maybe it’s the colors. So I spent days just mixing paints, trying to get those specific shades. Got closer, maybe, but still not right.
- I looked for tutorials, guides, anything. Not much out there, really. Especially not for this specific feel. It was like everyone knew of it, but nobody was really talking about how.
Honestly, I almost gave up quite a few times. Felt like banging my head against a wall. I’d paint something, hate it, scrape it off or paint over it. My little workspace was a disaster zone of failed attempts. It wasn’t even about becoming a great artist or anything. It was more like this personal challenge, this itch I couldn’t scratch.
What Came Out of It
Looking back, the whole process was less about actually nailing the Dawne Harrison style and more about… well, just doing something. Pushing through the frustration. It sounds weird, but learning to accept that my stuff wasn’t gonna look exactly the same was kinda freeing. It started to become my own thing, influenced by that initial spark, but different.
Funny thing is, I don’t even know if what I saw back then was actually by someone famous named Dawne Harrison, or if it was just mislabeled online, you know how the internet is. Tried searching again recently, and it’s still hard to pin down solid info. Doesn’t really matter much now, though.
The whole point, I guess, is that I started trying to follow one specific path, got lost, got frustrated, and ended up somewhere else entirely. But it was a place I wouldn’t have found otherwise. And I’ve still got a few of those messy canvases from back then. They’re not great, but they remind me of the process. That’s what counts, right? Just keeping at it.
