Thursday, September 29, 2011

A glass of wine makes brushstrokes bold...

Have you been to Wine and Canvas yet?
You have to go.
Have to.
My cheeks still hurt from laughing and smiling so much last night.

There's just something about being in a room packed-to-the-gills with people all trying something for the first time. Something that seems intimidating, like painting.

Fortified with a nice cabernet and a plate of snackies, the madre and I tackled a landscape of all things...not the thing for a perfectionist to tackle; even the host artist said so! 

Everyone's self-deprecating laughter was contagious, and the collective muttered comments and wine-buoyed jokes and exclamations made the night unforgettable. In much the same way that movies are better in packed theaters, so you can hear the gasps and laughter of other people? So too, I've decided, is painting best done as a communal effort.

Also, it scratches that voyueristic itch I have to be able to wander up and down the long trestle-table rows of table-top easels, seeing how wonderfully and differently everyone interprets the evening's painting. No two were alike, and no one was better than the other. They were all amazing. And that, in and of itself, is quite a testatment to both the instructor and the event space. We were...shepherded...coached...entertained. It was the perfect night out. 


I can't wait to go back.



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