Although I’m not much of a “class taker”, I have been taking a water colour class with a particular teacher fairly regularly. It happens at a lovely retreat centre, the teacher is quite nice, we have a pot luck lunch and I get to play in nature with some like-minded people (usually, it’s all women.) All in all it's a very enjoyable day, and I don't put pressure on myself to finish the class with something sale-worthy at the end of the day.
A couple of months ago, I signed up for a class and showed up on the appointed day, but found out that I had unexpectedly signed up for something different. This class was also watercolour, but it was for a particular technique using watercolour crayons, and it wasn’t something I would have signed up for had I known.It took me a bit to get over that – I’m a Virgo and I don’t roll with change very well - but once I stopped inwardly pouting; and once I let my preconceived ideas go (I had been planning to work on a willow-by-the-river scene and this technique didn’t lend itself to that!); I picked up the watercolour crayon and started playing with it.
Throughout most of the day I really had no idea where I was going, but I just kept going, and this is where I ended up. lol
I didn’t know how to feel about it, but my teacher was crazy for it, and my classmates oohhhed and ahh-ed.When I got it home, BSP oooohhhed and ahh-ed too, and immediately started talking about where to hang it.
So, I mounted it, threw some beads and stitches on it, and gave it to BSP as a birthday gift.BSP still comments on it, and I still don’t know how to feel about it. lol
And so it remains un-named.Perhaps you can help me name it?
Talk soon. :)