Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Even those first few lessons, where all we did was sketch radishes, had me all a-twitter. I go back to admire my handiwork at least twenty times a day, and wake up each morning thinking "Wow! I wonder what we get to do today?" And, if it happens to be a day when some new art supplies or books are winging their way to me in the mail? Well, on those days, I can barely control myself! To tell you the truth, I'm pretty sure that's why my hubby married me. He has trouble getting excited about stuff, so I think he loves it when a little of my delirium rubs off on him.
I have never experienced that surge of endorphins some people get while exercising -- that thing they call a "runner's high", nor do I get that nice fuzzy-headedness from alcohol that so many people talk about. And, though I have never used tobacco or recreational drugs of any kind, I did have to take Vicodin for a few weeks when I boogered up my neck so badly, so I'm guessing that the feelings people get from these substances is akin to what I get from color and creativity -- that blissful feeling of euphoria and a powerful surge of energy flowing through every part of one's body.
here once before, about my fortunate knack for summoning a sense of euphoria almost at will, and being able to send happy shivers up my very own neck, but I didn't realize its connection to creative energy until I started taking these classes. My feet have barely touched the ground since! My eyes were opened when I happened to hit a lull this weekend. I had finally come to one class project that I just wasn't into, and was dragging my feet about starting, plus I had a busy weekend ahead, with guests coming and a music festival to attend, so I put my art supplies away for a while and "snap!", my euphoria evaporated and my feet went kerplop on the the ground. I was also seriously worried because I was already more than halfway through the lessons in this particular class, and hadn't yet found another I wanted to take. What if I never found any as good as this one? Would I ever feel this blissful again? The more I fretted about it, and the longer I went without painting or sketching, the glummer I became.
Sunday night I finally had a chance to get back on the computer. I finished watching the lesson video for the project I wasn't excited about, took a few notes on different techniques that were used, then gave myself permission to move on to the next lesson -- one I couldn't wait to get started on. Then I did a little blog-hopping, and one of the very first things I stumbled upon was this. Yabba-dabba-do, I've found my next class! And just like that -- snap! -- I'm high as a kite again, with delicious little tingles coursing up and down my spine. As if that weren't enough, there's another little package (containing a few stencils, one stamp, and some canvasses I need for upcoming class projects) on its way to my house, and my daughter and I have begun a cooking course being taught by Heather over at Beauty That Moves, which should result in some yummy meatless meals at both our houses (though none of us are turning vegan, I promise). I see a blissful week ahead!