One huge problem. I am really, super horrible at art. Like awful. But I LOVE it and I am a huge appreciator of it! I have even been a member of the Frist! I hoped my love for art would make up for my woeful lack of ability.
Well... it didn't. But I tried and I loved {almost} every second of my first actual art class ever. Here is the place where we set up to paint:
Beautiful spot, huh! I love Tennessee :)
First off, being a non-artist, I was not sure what to do about an easel. I know they are kind of expensive and I couldn't justify the cost. I knew Kirk might bring one but wasn't sure, so I brought the only thing I could think of that I had on hand. A music stand.
See me in the back there? Turns out he did have easels but not enough so it was a good thing I brought my stand! I had to rig it up with clothes pins and I had to hold it still with my foot while I painted. :)
People, I tried my hardest. I really did. But at the end, my stomach was all in knots, not sure if I should just revel in the fun of what I had just done or if I should run and never show my face again! I did pack up rather quickly...
I thought about posting my final product but I don't want anyone to feel like they have to compliment it to make me feel better about it. Just imagine some leafy colors and a red rectangle.
Here is the lesson I learned: I love paintings! I don't love painting!
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