Today I took an art class. It was on painting miniatures, and the coolest art class I've ever taken (also the *only* art class I've ever taken). It was taught by this wonderfully sweet British lady named Joan Willies (you can see her work at www.joanwillies.com). It was so good, that when I got back and showed my husband what I'd painted he blurted out "did you do that??" Unbelievable. If that's not a wonderful thing to hear I don't know what is. A great backhanded compliment -- and no, I'm not being sarcastic. Just like when you look so good on a photo, people don't believe it's you...
I really felt like I could paint like a pro (almost) and someday produce amazing work that I could give to everyone I love as gifts and they would be forever thankful. Then I remembered how many name bracelets during my stint as a jewelry designer" I made and gave away and I've yet to see any of the "everyones" I love wear them...
Back to the painting. Miniature painting is so wonderfully cool. If you (not me) make a mistake, it can easily (and with patience) be fixed. I was turned onto it by a friend of mine, Jan, who is a natural born artist. From the very first time she painted a miniature her painting looked like professional work. One of the best things to witness in life is to see someone truly find what it is they are good at and love to do. To me, that really is the definition of success. Hopefully I will be able to help my kids find their way to lifelong commitments that will fulfill all their needs (or most). Be it careers, relationships...
Besides all that, during the class we ordered pizza, which concludes this portion of my writing and explains the second part of the title.
Goodnight!
(originally written on 2/22, really really late at night)
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