I always want to sign up for painting classes. Back when the world was normal, our local Irish pub would host paint night classes a couple times of year. I would always try to go with two friends. Sometimes my finished product came out OK, sometimes they were a little “meh”, but I save them all and line them up on the chair rail in our spare room. My husband always refers to them as my “paint-by-numbers”, but it’s one of those classes where you start with a blank canvas and the instructor leads you through each step of the painting.
There’s one of these studios in Boston and I have always wanted to go, but for whatever reason I just haven’t. They started offering their classes online a few months ago and I finally signed up! They even shipped all the materials including a tabletop easel right to my house.
The class was this afternoon and this is my finished painting:
It’s not that bad, right?? And I am starting to like it more now than I did when I just finished the painting. Sure, it’s not perfect, but it’s not supposed to be. I followed the instructions, learned how to paint it, and mine still looks a little different than everyone else that took the class. I think that’s pretty cool!
And I still have supplies left over if I want to try this one again. I wish I didn’t squirt so much paint onto the paper palette — I didn’t even use half of it and had to throw it out. Oh well, I now know for next time.
And I think I’m going to sign up for another class soon — it was a fun thing to do on a Sunday afternoon. And right now I’m going to go add this painting to my line up in the spare room.
Notes from a Self Quarantine 