Oh friends, I am begging for you to not judge me for what you are about to see. I am not an artistic person, at all. In fact, art doesn’t relax me, it stresses me out. Why? Because I know I’m horrible at it. I have eyes that function properly. Don’t try to tell me any differently.
When I saw that my Mom’s Club was going to have a Mom’s Night Out, I was thrilled. I haven’t really had to opportunity to go out sans-baby, and my serious lack-of-friends in Colorado doesn’t help that. But, the MNO night took place at an art studio. It’s a little studio in Aurora where you can have some cocktails and get your art on. (I wish I could say that I was completely loaded when I painted this crap-tastic work of art. However, sadly, I was bone sober.)
We painted a fun little aspen tree scene. The experience was actually a blast; the leader was very nice and very re-assuring.
If you ever decide that you need to relieve yourself in my main-floor bathroom, you’ll see this classic piece of artwork hanging above you, attempting to whisk you away to a happy place full of disfigured aspen trees along-side a tiny stream and in front of mountains that started to disappear the more I painted the weird “V shaped” branches.
I thought it fitting to place my stinky piece of artwork in a bathroom (ok, and it also kind of matches in there as well. Except I wasn’t aiming for an “aspen themed” latrine originally.)
Are you an artistic person?