Paint nite

           
          I attended my first “paint and sip” event in Bangor last night. I was dubious about the whole thing. Although I’ve always been captivated by others with talent, I have none of my own. I am also rash, impatient, and messy. My hands got covered in paint. I had a few splatter accidents, flinging paint with too much water around the half finished canvas. I accidentally dunked my painty brush into my beer. I still drank it, though, until I knocked it over with my easel as I carried it to the paint drying station. I am embarrassing, but I’m used to it.
          Notwithstanding all the kerfuffles, it was more fun than I thought. I’m actually rather taken by my own (highly instructed) work. Maybe it’s one of those things I’ll take up in my dotage, like Grandma Moses. There is plenty of room for growth.
           
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