A few weeks ago, my friend Lacey IMed me.
“I’m thinking of doing a painting class for my birthday–is that weird?”
“NO! That sounds like so much fun.”
Something other than dinner and drinks for a birthday? Sign me up! (To give credit where credit’s due, I think Lacey might have read Casey’s post about the class.)
And so I did sign myself up.
Before I continue, let’s keep in mind my lack of artistic ability. When I was little, I told my parents I wanted to be a writer and illustrator when I grew up.
By the time I was six or so, I realized I was going to have to have someone else illustrate my book. (At that time, I obviously wanted to be a children’s book author, since, what else would a six year old think they could write?) By middle school, I realized that while I was in the A-track academic classes, that wasn’t going to apply to art. Or music. I was going to have to stick to the words.
So walking into this class the other night, nearly 30, I wondered how the hell I was going to paint something I’d be happy to bring home.
We were provided with three brushes, 10 paint colors and the blank canvas.
And Lacey provided us with champagne in a can.
We started with painting the right of the canvas the deep blue, and then moved left with lighter blues.
We then added some white lines for what would eventually become the sun…
…and then I stopped taking pictures, but the instructor guided us through layering the yellow on top, then painting on small orbs that would turn into poppies and adding their stems…
Finished product! Picasso, I am not, but I will hang this on my wall.
Everyone’s finished products.
What’s the most interesting way you’ve ever celebrated a birthday? (Yours or someone else’s.) Do you have any artistic talent, or do you stick to the words, too?