Over the years, I made some friends who were really good artists: amazing sculptors, painters, and photographers. I was always intrigued, and a little bit jealous, that they could create something so beautiful from the gray folds inside their head. I could only copy and regurgitate things...and very poorly at that. So, for decades, I just pushed aside the thought that I could create any kind of art.
One of the reasons I married my husband is because he is always so supportive of me and my crazy ideas. "Hey Bill, I wanna start a website that helps women microfinance their businesses." "Sure, honey. How can I help?" "Hey Bill, I think I want to be a certified yoga teacher." "Sure, baby. Let's look up teacher trainings together." So, when I approached him and asked him what he thought of me taking art classes, he fully supported it. He helped me look for classes in Budapest and we found one on Facebook. It was an art studio where one can go and take art classes, no matter what their level. I contacted the teacher, Agnes Szikra, and scheduled a weekly time to go.
The sessions were around 2 hours each and were located located in Buda, on the other side of the river from Pest. Billy, Des, and I would all take the tram over there and, while I was in class, bilssfully shading and concentrating and meditating, Des and Bill would go to the park. Each session, I would walk in to the room, my little wooden box that held all of my pencils and special gummy eraser in hand, eagerly excited to finish my piece or start a new one. I have never before been so excited to draw boxes, wheels, and cups.