Reflections on coloured pencil class
I've been thinking back over the past year about the group of women I was teaching coloured pencil to at a local retirement home. They have been a most enjoyable group, with varying art backgrounds and all with a willingness to come to class and simply enjoy the projects we work on. I have been very fortunate to work with this group.
I wanted to share a few of the more interesting moments that have come up. Do any of these sound familiar?
"Quit hoarding the colours. We can borrow but they have to be returned too."
"I'm amazed at how different each of our styles are."
"But what if I wreck it?" after asking what would happen if... and receiving a response to give it a try and see.
"Why do we get so stressed deciding what colour to choose next on a painting? Really, if that's the most difficult decision of our day, then we've got it pretty good."
When about three quarters complete on an abstract painting: "This is getting monotonous. But it's also mesmerizing."
And my favourite: "Did you notice that the colours you chose for your painting are the same colours as in the blouse you are wearing?" "And your painting is also the same colour as your shirt!". "And you too!" Five of the ladies that day chose the same colours as they were wearing!
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Artist - Anne Warburton
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It's taken years to discover the medium I enjoy the most. And how what I have learned before somehow fits into what I am doing now. Even when I travel my needles and threads are with me so I can continue to create while away.