Come now; what masques, what dances shall we have,
To wear away this long age of three hours
Between our after-supper and bed-time?*
As Bob Ross used to say, “Every day’s a good day when you paint.”
Instead of happy little trees, we created “fluffy little flowers” (according to Marléne, our instructor).
A few weeks ago, the main character of my novel rekindled a love of painting as a way of finding meaning in her very messed up life. So this was an awesome opportunity to think about how she feels when she paints, what she thinks about, how she views herself. If I were a paid author, I could have written off my evening as research, because it gave me a lot of little details for the story: the texture of the canvas, the weight of the brush, the zen-like tranquility of mixing the paint into darker and darker shades of midnight…
If you have one of these art studios near you, I recommend giving it a shot. You don’t have to be very artistically inclined to have a great time. Obviously, my attempt is super amateurish! But I had a memorable evening with friends, and got a lovely souvenir to remember it by.
*”Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.”
—A Midsummer Night’s Dream, William Shakespeare