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Apr. 29th, 2009 04:12 pmLasterday when I was talking to the brother man, I was telling him he needs a relaxing hobby. So I suggested WHEN (am not saying if anymore, I'm insisting) he moves out here, we should take a painting class together.
I took a watercolour painting class, long ago, one summer semester just for the hell of it, and I really loved it. I actually learned things about perspective (that I promptly forgot when I quit practising it, I'm naturally shit at perspective), and the teacher took us outside a lot. There was a fabulous little overgrown garden place on campus to which he took us, I smoked occasionally at the time, so that was just heaven.
Would buy a cawfee before class, and sit in a garden with big watercolour pad of paper on an easel, and paint, very very relaxing.
And just now the brother man randomly called again, and we were talking, and I told him I'd gotten tired of pirate English on FB and changed it to German for the hell of it. Totally expecting to change it right back but I'm oddly enjoying it. So I said some things at him in my very limited German, and he responded in his even more limited German, then became annoyed when I said things he didn't understand. Which was more entertaining than it should have been.
So we decided, WHEN he moves out here, that we will take a painting class and a German class together.
It will be fabulous.
I took a watercolour painting class, long ago, one summer semester just for the hell of it, and I really loved it. I actually learned things about perspective (that I promptly forgot when I quit practising it, I'm naturally shit at perspective), and the teacher took us outside a lot. There was a fabulous little overgrown garden place on campus to which he took us, I smoked occasionally at the time, so that was just heaven.
Would buy a cawfee before class, and sit in a garden with big watercolour pad of paper on an easel, and paint, very very relaxing.
And just now the brother man randomly called again, and we were talking, and I told him I'd gotten tired of pirate English on FB and changed it to German for the hell of it. Totally expecting to change it right back but I'm oddly enjoying it. So I said some things at him in my very limited German, and he responded in his even more limited German, then became annoyed when I said things he didn't understand. Which was more entertaining than it should have been.
So we decided, WHEN he moves out here, that we will take a painting class and a German class together.
It will be fabulous.