(Re-)Finding Joy.

A young man, in a recent class of mine, told me (with a grin) he hadn’t done Art since he was a kid, and he was glad he was there remembering how much he loved it. It’s a life changing moment, picking up a brush or pen after many years of forgetting. It brought me back to the first time, as an adult, that I experienced Art in this way, for the first time, again.

A moment of joy for us both.