Yesterday I had my first painting class. I do art about 3 years now, but I am self-thought artist. Well I wouldn´t really call myself an artist yet 🙂
I have started doing art on very strange circumstances. There was a guy of course. I was very much in love with him, but it just wasn´t right timing, maybe we weren´t meant to be for each other. He left thousands miles away and I found it hard to deal with all the emotions. One day I found myself standing in front of the shelf with art supplies in the shop thinking: „what the hell am I doing here? I have no idea about art.“ But I saw how my hand is reaching for brushes and paints. It was just incredible, something what was probably meant to be and I had no control over that. I got home and started painting and I draw and paint since then (with huge gaps sometimes though).
Back to the class now. This is my first time taking paid classes with a tutor and it is gonna be a great experience. On first class I learnt so much, techniques I had no idea about until now and just those simple easy advices opened another door for me when it comes to watercolours.