As I shall be in Derby weekdays as of next Monday, last night was my last art class at the Coventry College of Frivolous Education.
I was finishing off my painting of a futuristic city when I suddenly realised that everyone else in the room was quietly creating archetypal masterpieces.
People were painstakingly brush stroking away at the likes of a water droplet teetering on the edge of a leaf, another was conjuring an abstract creation of a plant as it metamofoseefosisised into an endless pit of emotional transfiguration. Another worked on the head of a rose laying resplendent upon a velvet cushion, each petal an orchestral symphony of balanced perfection ……….. then, alone in the corner was me, the oldest one there, painting a space rocket whilst making all the necessary sound affects that accompanies such a joyous act.
I’m going to miss that class, not sure it’s reciprocated.
