The Art Class

By Liz McGillivray

I always loved to paint and draw -
The challenge of being faced with a blank canvas.

Now that my life has slowed,
With children fledged, although accessible through Facebook,
Clients vanished like will o' the wisps into the ether world of the World Wide Web
And husband preoccupied with Bloomberg and the financial markets,
I feel an old remembered excitement.
Breathing in the pungent aroma of turpentine and linseed oil
I squeeze old friends who splurge out onto my mixing board and, once laid bare,
Confront me with a challenge - to morph them into my own creation.

With only the slightest pressure, each colour brazenly opens itself up.
Alizarin Crimson, Burnt Sienna, Cobalt Blue and Yellow Ochre all submit to being transformed
With my palette knife.

There is no need to look back in hind-sight and regret lost possibilities
What might have been; who I might have become.
Here, at my weekly art class
In the comfortable and faded surroundings of the Old Schoolroom at Bardsea
I am happy, surrounded by friends - old and new.

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