When I was in seventh grade, I took the one semester art class that was required. Even though our teacher was well loved and respected, I was hesitant. I was not artistic, or so I had been told over and over. Maybe it was just that voice in my head saying it? Regardless, I did not believe I could be an artist. That seventh grade art class proved my theory to be true. I stunk at art.
Over the years I have come to understand that Art can be many things. It's not just the seventh grade art teacher's perception of a perfect painting. I have learned to "do art" my own way. However, I have not ventured to pick up a paintbrush more than a couple of times in my adult life. I don't paint. Until today.
Today several of us ventured to "Let's Art Party" in Plano, Texas. I had made a deal with myself. I was going to have fun, do my best, and be happy with the outcome whatever it was. good attitude - CHECK!
Ally seemed a little intimidated by the blank canvases too, even though she paints things with great regularity.
Melissa is there too...
Have you tried anything out of your comfort zone lately?