One of my secret goals for this year was to work on more art.
See, I used to make lots of art.

But when you make art-like things for commerce, all thoughts turn to
“I really should be spending my time making art-like things for commerce.”

Not, “let’s make some art!”

So this year I’m turning to external sources of motivation for artmaking. I’m taking a printmaking class at the local community college. Ten weeks of studio space. A $25 materials fee. Six hours every Wednesday. Wow.

My first class was Wednesday.

Eight ladies in the class. Five are over seventy.
Although all seem to land on the Cranky side of the Cranky/Wise older lady continuum, they’re filled with great ladyknowledge and a willingness to learn.

And that’s good enough for me.
(And I like having the instructor repeat everything she said, A LITTLE LOUDER, PLEASE.)

I made a foam print of a monster and a robot. It was as easy as carving a shape into a piece of foam like the trays that chicken breasts come in. Voila! Art!

How silly of me to forget.