Self-Discovery Through Art. A workshop with such a title brings up visions of mantras, incense, and a large wall mural personifying my inner chakra's primal need for Reese peanut butter cups. Instead the class was more like "fill the page with color and don't try to create anything worth looking at." That was fun and relaxing, but where's my epiphany? I'm pretty sure the syllabus said something about free epiphany with purchase. It was kinda like the first time I realized adult cereals don't come with toys in the bottom. You mean I just poured that entire box of Raisin Nut Bran all over the counter for nothing? Grrrrrr.
Well, in spite of my missing epiphany I did enjoy the whole "use your non-dominant hand" exercise and loved making a Mandala. It was fun to be all artsy and stuff even if I didn't discover that in a previous life I was the pet monkey of King Tut.
| May 1, 2007 07:54am | 
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maybe your epiphany was learning that there aren't always Results or Goals or Special Moments encased in a celestial shaft of light and accompanying angelic choir. then again fun is it's own reward.
Ben | May 1, 2007 9:11PM
I was thinking that the epiphany was found in the consumption of that fabulous Art Center BLTA, sitting by the water side watching the escaped beach ball and wondering if it held the secrets of life.
I now understand why you still eat those Lucky Charms. Reasons beyond their being magically delicious.
Mike
| May 2, 2007 7:51AM