My mom's back in town (hooray!) and tonight we had a ladies' bonding night with my aunt. And what did we choose to do? Drink wine and paint stuff, naturally!
I've been to a variety of these "sip and stroke"/"paint and pour"/"drink and dab" things over the years, and although I do have some issues with them, by and large I enjoy the hell out of them (even if it takes all of my willpower not to break my canvas over the "instructor's" head) (okay that was only once)(but seriously: willpower.). Obviously I have the unfair advantage of having already been trained in the fine art of painting (hah!) but I would say my advantage lies not so much in skill as in attitude- I'm not afraid of "doing it wrong", because I know that you literally cannot "do it wrong" as long as you like what you do. And you have a better chance of liking what you do when you let go of the whole "doing it right" thing.
I say that somewhat flippantly, but I do recognize it's not as easy as
deciding not to care. Which is why the wine helps. I feel like maybe they should put
more emphasis on the drinking, well before the class actually
starts. If I was ever going to run one of these, I'd probably do it with hard liquor... "bourbon and brushes"!
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| The sad remnants of our cheese plate. |
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| Literally my favorite part of my painting. (I was maybe driving the instructor a little crazy with my extremely liberal application of paint and general lack of caring about the lines she'd drawn) |
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| My finished product! Transparent petals be damned! |
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| We want more wine. And ice cream. Please and thank you. |
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