How do I begin? Pick one color, then another, and another. My new friend Lori gave the instructions. Sitting next to me, another lady handed over a large tray of pastel. Paper, no? Here’s a textured one. Go ahead, use it.
The tapered tips of muted and vibrant colors reminded me of lipsticks. I picked out a crimson peach and drew a line. That’s it. Now you can dip the brush into this cup of water and smear the line so it’ll look like watercolor.
I drew a spiral. Then another, and another. It was what came to my mind. When I was tired of the spirals I made a checkerboard and filled the squares using the entire palette. I like colors. Long ago I had decided life was more than black, white and beige.
We drank tea and ate pie. Before they left the ladies held up their pieces for all to see. There were some amazing collages. By pasting images cut out from magazines, they dissected the artists’ original intentions and made them their own. I held mine up, the first since childhood. The ladies nodded with approval like proud parents.
