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.
Now intrigued.
Finally the big day!
In class watching Sam demonstrate the procedure. Looks good.
Now, my turn.
Pick colours.
Start rolling.
Step back, glimpse.
WOW!
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.