The atmosphere was amiable. I enjoyed seeing the women at the painting class which was meeting again after the summer break.
I walked around to say hello and see what everyone is working on. One woman was painting a bird on a branch from a glittery Christmas card. According to her, the feathers looked fakey, the branch went in the wrong direction, she needed lessons, she was just wasting paint, etc. I admired her brilliant colors and told her. She dismissed it like it was a fly on butter.
It continued in that vein for a while. Me trying to give her a lift...She countering with something negative. I decided to move on. I’d forgotten her name.
I had done a search for landscape photos and downloaded a few to the I Pad in preparation for the class. I haven't done very much in the way of sweeping vistas so I thought it would be a good opportunity to learn something. The teacher communicates well and can be really helpful. It’s always good to tell myself it’s a practice piece, anyway. Then it’s all just an experiment.
I looked over at Ms. Fakey Feathers. I hadn't thought of asking her if she was enjoying herself.
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