I taught a flower painting workshop last weekend. It was very successful. I brought in tons of beautiful flowers of all varieties for the students to paint. It was a feast for the eyes. The peonies even came close to dominating the smell of the room over the paint.
Now, I know what you are all thinking. I’ll bet the room was full of women. Men don’t paint flowers–not a manly thing to do. Well, for all you naysayers, rest assured that Bill was there. Not only was Bill THERE, he took it upon himself to help me teach. Here is a picture of Bill in action. (I’m sorry Bill, but I was not about to spend half the day photoshopping you to be taller, thinner, and buffer.) I’m surprised Bill got a thing painted with all the advice he was offering around the room. I know how busy he was with this because students kept whispering to me things like “that weird guy over there told me to change it”. I feel I owe half my pay to Bill for all he did. He was not even able to participate in the critique at the end because he had not finished his painting for all his generosity. He DID participate in the consumption of the wine at the end. Bless his heart.