Spring is the most welcome season. I don't think I have ever heard anybody give it a bah humbug or say they would rather have more cold air and gray skies. Spring seems new and hopeful.
This morning I went to my fourth of six oil painting classes. Looking at the value to cost ratio, it was well worth it, even though I didn't lift a finger to a brush.
Years ago I realized that before I am productive or good at something I must have a pretty deep philosophical understanding of what I am doing, and teacher Kevin helps with that. He would make an excellent professor.
Back in the studio, I am helping to mentor an adorable and smart sixteen year old girl who wants to become an artist someday. She is looking forward to participating in the upcoming show for students, so I think she is pretty special. Working with her also helps me. We were sitting at the long table in my studio yesterday playing with watercolors and pens, and I realized that I love watercolors! I must get back to them.
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