Introduction
For the longest time I told myself that next lifetime I was coming back as an artist.
Then, when I turned 50 this year, I decided to stop putting off until later what I wanted to do today . . . funny how turning 50 can do that to you . . . and enrolled in an acrylics class at a local community college.
My first painting was a disaster. A totally unrecognizable disaster.
The second, barely recognizable; I was the worst in the class.
Then, I allowed my Inner Artist to come forth and painted the wolf.
Today, I am happily studying oil painting with Elaine Hurst.
