Oh how I wish I paid more attention to you when I was younger, art classes! And how I wish I had taken more art related subjects in high school and college (you know, when someone else was paying for them – ha!) I wish that I could go back in time and tell myself to stop worrying about what others will think if you take an art class instead of a business class and just take it.
So now I am kicking myself for not continuing down the path I was on. In middle school, I got accepted into Talented Art. I loved it. You had two back to back periods of art. I even spent lunches in there. Most of us did. We had our own little art community where we could be as creative as we wanted to be. It was a great time. Well, minus when we actually had to learn the “Art History” part and sit through Mrs. S’s slides.
I wish I remembered more of the supplies we used. I look around at the art store and see things and know I’ve used them before in a project, but the rest of the memory is hazy. I see pastels and know that I asked for a box of them for Christmas one time. They’re still sitting downstairs in a drawer in my dad’s office, along with the sketch pad. At one point they were used, but no more. Would I even know what to do with them if I tried to pick them up?
I know that everyone has a part of their past that they wish they remembered better or things they wish they continued. I was hoping to find some art classes in the Continuing Education book at one of the local community colleges, but I didn’t see much. There was photography, which I may need to take at some point to improve my pictures for Etsy. But there wasn’t really a basic art class. Maybe I need to take one as part of a program for a degree?
All I really wanted to do was take a class to try and jog my memory. I know that the information on how to use the supplies is in there somewhere. I miss being in a classroom surrounded by all artsy people. Even though I got distracted very easily (and I still do!!), it was a great environment. I just wanted to have that feeling again. Maybe it’s just nostalgia and my memories are romanticized. I do remember being frustrated when I couldn’t get something to look quite how I wanted it to. Or maybe I’ll just pick up some of those old supplies and see if it jogs my memory……
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