My painting teacher/mentor is back from various travels. Finally! He’s been away for a month and I’ve sorely missed him and his studio.
I’ve become habituated to painting class and its effects. It’s a great stress-reducer. I don’t know if this is because of the meditative tendencies of the act of painting, or simply because of using one’s right brain (the creative parts). It’s also fun! I have a good time when I’m in the studio. I get to be adventurous in my creativity. I get to socialize. And there’s just something about being around so much creativity that triggers comfort for me. I can’t explain it, and that’s okay.
So yes. My teacher and mentor is back in the proverbial saddle and I’m back to painting. Hallelujah!