Heading out to class in a few minutes. Art bag is packed, car keys in my pocket. Siri is keeping track of the time.
There will be only one more class. I will be bummed when it's over and will look for another class, somewhere.
There is a little place about 5 miles from our house that has been giving art lessons for 40 years. Last year, I would go up there on Tuesdays to do some "free-style" painting with a group of ladies. This was not a class in which everybody painted the same picture. We all did our own thing, with an instructor in the room to help/advise us through rough spots. I worked on an oil painting of an old tractor but got stalled when the instructor fell ill, lost her husband, daughter, and mother within weeks of one another. I expected the shop would never re-open, as the instructor is in her 80s. But her grandchildren have taken over the shop and are giving art classes for children and adults. I am going to stop by the shop pretty soon to see if the Tuesday morning ladies are back in the swing of things, and if they are, I might join them.
I worked on The Granddaughters' portraits yesterday and am calling them done, except for the LRB's portrait, which I am re-doing. They are all done in colored pencils. I want to try one in watercolor, and one in chalk pastels. There's a new set of chalk pastel pencils on a slow boat from somewhere, scheduled to arrive next week.
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