At my last post, I left you with a darling baby. For several days.
I knew you wouldn't mind.
I've been in Savannah, GA, since Saturday night.
(Not really. I don't get barbeque. So messy and red.)
Not even drinking sweet tea. (Plain with lemon is my preference.)
I've been visiting family.
Because one must have acrylic paint in one's life.
I am bidding au revoir to my water colors (which dried out some time ago) and turning a new leaf, thanks to a group of chix who drank their way through Savannah's Local Color Paint 'n' Party, hosted at a frame shop just down the road from Moon River. Yes, that Moon River.
We got to use brushes and everything.
Also some paint.
Becky Frame was our teacher.
She is a saint.
"Listen, now, everyone. Listen! Listen? Y'all are not listenin'."
Did I mention Becky's a saint?
The artists/participants bring wine. And hors d'oeuvres. (Love me that baked brie with pecans sauteed in brown sugar and Kahlua.)
We had a blast the minute we started to sketch the reference points for our herons.
(Savannah's on the ocean, 'yall.)
I stood to paint.
Everyone else sat.
It seemed too momentous to sit.
Becky gave us blue paint. We did a preliminary sketch.
Then she gave us some white paint. We used our painterly brush strokes to create the sky.
I think the sea grass was next. Green. Yellow. Verticals, but wavy-ish. Tall grass closer, short grass farther away.
More Kendall-Jackson? Yes, please.
Is the brie all gone? It was divine, thank you.
And I loved how you did those feathers on that bird.
His legs are too short, so elongate, please.
What do you mean it's 10 o'clock?
Get you some acrylic paint, a brush and a canvas.
The world awaits.
I am changed forever. So, too, will you be.
(With thanks to Linda for inviting me to join her and her pals at the Paint 'N' Party. I think we rocked this whole art thing.)