So here I am, standing in a place where I stood before. Where months upon days kept us apart.
Entering the building climbing the stairs going down the long spacious hallway looking door to door wall to wall, reminded me of the pleasure of being there again , we waited.
I was at another paint class B.o.B studios of Art, I’m not sure what it was called but I had been here before and I was to paint a flower which ended up looking like an iris goat. I laughed, it was hilarious. I was the only one able to see this goat in this Iris painting, but after pointing out certain areas on the canvas, it became clear to everybody, allowing them to see the goat face in the flower. But who would remember anything like that, a silly painting by me.
The Woman at the door gave handshake, greeting by name, with a warm smile, holding a friendly look in her eye to each person entering the classroom, until it was my turn, where she paused the handshake only to take friendly time welcoming me.
I do not know your name she smiled . This must be your first time to come and paint with us. I remember everybody’s name by face.
No not the first time I painted a flower here once.
Her face lit up like a candle she exclaimed, Constance the iris goat! Welcome back.
To recognize my name from a painting felt so special to me, I felt welcomed “rate” straightaway.
I painted a polar bear, it was pet night everybody brought pictures of their pet dogs, but one other person. They had a picture of a real pet donkey. So my polar bear really stood out.
By the end of the night, each painting of these pets were beautiful, people are amazing what they can do with colour.