Day 72 ~ Art

I attended an unusual party, an all-day event with various interesting activities throughout the day, including an art session with a local artist from the tango community. A dozen adults and a couple of children joined. She laid out paper and art media on six rectangular tables in a dedicated room. I stared at an unopened box of pastels--the last time I used that material could have been 35 years ago. Inside, two rows of forty small triangular prisms arranged in perfect color order. A rich impossible rainbow to express myself, wondrous! I sat by a special person whose sister, my friend, died four months ago at age forty-four. I was struggling with hurt feelings and sitting by her side gave me comfort. We were instructed to close our eyes and pause for a few minutes before starting. "What is it that you want to create?" I could hear the sweet voice of my Korean art teacher, then silence. Time to start. I took the reddest red, the color of my feelings, and guided it to the center of the sheet. I followed with the darkest yellow, the other color of my country's flag. Next I picked turquoise, my favorite, and made waves on the lower part of my canvas. My sky was two hues of gold that blended perfectly in the middle.