Yup, it's Thursday really... but I like the sound of Sketchbook Sunday and I do have every intention of posting from my sketchbooks every Sunday... yet, sometimes life runs away with me, or maybe I run away with life? I'm trying to be on top of things yet a few things were put off...which I do not like to do. Well, here we are.
On my end, I've been dreaming and scheming. An adventure including study and travel is in the making and I'm taken away with all of the planning. Things are becoming clearer and coming together but I will wait to share my news until I am certain I will do what I intend to do.
My Polish Folk Art class came to a close last evening. I really enjoyed the time there with the other women and the teacher. There is somethings wonderful about being in an art class with other eager and enthusiastic students. It brings me back to the best days in school from Kindergarten through University, which for me was art class day.
Art class = learning, the imagination, creativity, the smell of paper, glue, paint, tables clean but stained with various art supplies, quiet attention, quiet chit-chat, time flying, looking at your friend's work, experimentation, interesting teachers, the rest of the world fades into the background, time stands still (but still flies while it appears to stop), possibilities loom, growing, happiness.
What does art class mean to you? Do you have any memories or experiences to share?