The debut: my adventure in conquering painting.
Conquering the fear that I would be the only person in the class going home with a stick figure painting in an abstract painting workshop.
Note: no previous art experience since kindergarden.
Thought I would need to get myself a stick of wood with hair sticking out at one end.
Note: in reality not necessary as we paint with rollers. Discovered this interesting twist when I looked at the supply list for class and realized my pre-conceived idea of art may not be quite what I thought it was.
Finally the big day!
In class watching Sam demonstrate the procedure. Looks good.
Now, my turn.
Step back, glimpse.
Rare occurrence, I am speechless.
As I look down, it is overwhelming love and swelling pride that I feel, just like looking at your baby’s face for the first time.
I created this!
For a moment I am suspended in time, floating about and experiencing a flood of emotions.
Until: in the background I hear the sound of plastic wrap being torn off a fresh canvas and realize that some of my classmates are already on their second canvas.
In slow motion, I yell out “Wait for me” as I make my descent back to earth.
At this time I am very aware that I do not want to miss the opportunity to do it all over again.
Note: Could this be addictive?
An extremely satisfying first day of painting, including the purchase of one more canvas at lunchtime and two more at the break. With a big smile on my face and head held high, I am ready to go home.
Suddenly I am stopped in my tracks, as I realize I may not have enough space in my car to bring home my five precious paintings.
Note: Need new car.