The start of a class.
The table is set with a canvas and all the tools needed to create something special.
creative. paper. paint.
a few of the final paintings.
I am always blessed when I teach a class. Each person that came to paint, also had something deep inside that they wanted to say. Some shared stories that brought tears, some just painted what they felt.
My students come to learn from me, but in the end, I learn from them too.