At 3:30-ish on Wednesday afternoons, the storm door squeaks as I walk into my art teacher’s basement studio. Miss Judy always greets me with a smile and a friendly greeting when I arrive for my weekly painting class. I tie…
When I arrived at painting class yesterday, Miss Judy had my station set up as usual. My rose drawing was on the easel. In front was my palette tablet. Beside it were a disposable plate with a folded paper towel…
Our children and I remember with joy the art classes we all took as one of our homeschooling subjects. Many pencil, colored pencil, and watercolor pencil pictures from those days decorate the walls of our house. Last Wednesday I gave…
