Last year, I realized that there were painting classes being offered nearby and told Todd about them. My grandmother was a painter and had a gigantic craft room where she stored all of her eclectic supplies. Sometimes when I was over, she would let me explore and play with the random items I would find. Rarely, was anything off-limits and I felt free within the aura of that room.
Imagine by surprise when I opened up one of Todd’s Christmas presents to me this year: a painting class. The exact one I was talking about! I was really excited to have an escape once a week.
Every week, I get to learn about painting and express myself through color and really, do what I please. It’s so much fun mixing colors and creating something eccentric and fun. I adore the teacher and my classmates. Everyone has a fun sense of humor, especially at the beginning of class as the projects are beginning. But soon, a stillness sets in as everyone focuses on their canvas, creating whatever they feel like. Sometimes, you can hear a pin drop.
The teacher gives us some direction, but makes it known that it’sour project and not his. We can interpret his direction however we want. I just love the creative freedom.
I hope you are having a great week!
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