Well, this one is pretty self-explanatory! Felicia has been bugging me for years to do this, and I always scoffed. As I told her on many occasions, when it comes to artistic ability, I’m about as talented as a 3-fingered blind man. But, out of the desire to ensure the ongoing happiness of my lovely wife, I decided to add this to the list.
There is a local joint called Canvas & Cocktails that is within a few miles of our house, so I set a date and made the reservation. I decided not to tell Felicia and just surprise her. So, we made our way over on a beautiful Saturday evening and settled into our easels. We were joined by several other people, and our instructor Mandy was pretty much everything you’d expect from an artist. She was really cool and it was much easier than I first thought. Although, truth be told, I muttered on several occasions on how stupid my painting was, and how it looked like a 6-year old painted it after coming off a sugar high. What I did learn though, is that these paintings don’t really come together until the very end.
I don’t think my painting will sky rocket in value after I die, but I must say that it was a lot more fun than I anticipated. Felicia’s turned out much better than mine, but I can tell what the actually painting is, so I guess that counts for something! My Grandmother, Mimi, was a very skilled artist, as is my Aunt Char, so I guess somewhere deep in the recesses of my DNA lies a tiny bit of artistic skill. But it better come with some cold beer and very specific instructions. God only knows what it might have looked like without that!