As a child I was art-challenged. Coloring in the lines and manipulating those little scissors just wasn't going to happen. In middle school I thought I could manage some paper-mache. I set out to create a cute little mouse for art class. What resulted was an out of balance, 4 foot glob of wet, gray newsprint with whiskers. I thought "I am no artist. I will never try this again."
However, as an adult, a friend gave me a coloring book and some pencils. I found it relaxing to blend the colors and, yes, I often managed to stay in the lines. During chemo I often reached for those colored pencils to create a bit of beauty. I found myself thinking of new ways to incorporate art and color in my recovery. With a coat of paint and some embellishments, small pieces of cast-off furniture became islands of color. They made me smile.
I don't know what possessed me, but when I heard that The Reading Group was raising funds by selling chairs painted by local artists, I called them and volunteered.
Me! An Artis
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