Please forgive me for not posting at all this last week! I think once you hear about the group I had you'll understand. Let me start by saying, I already knew most of them. Why I agreed to teach them again when I KNEW they were all trouble-makers (?) ... not too smart. You can see in this picture below how they just roamed all over the place, laughing, making friends and having FUN, despite the fact that I told them no fun was allowed! Painting is serious business.
Honestly the whole week was like a summer camp gone awry. We rented a room at the Immaculate Heart Retreat Center, slept in nun's quarters, and were forced to eat breakfast and lunch in a large sunny room together with several photography classes. Every day there was a huge bounty of
fantastic horrible food that we had to choke down ... in order to get to the dessert table before the others.
And as if this wasn't bad enough already, every night (of course) they gagged and bound and toted me to all kinds of homes and restaurants where I was forced to drink lots of wine, and eat a particularly unforgettable flourless chocolate torte (OMG!!!). And then they wanted me to perform too, like some kind of trained monkey (below are the demos from class, done under duress).
I have a vague memory of telling stories I may regret later. I think they were drugging me, which may explain how exhausted I am now that I'm home. Here they are, below, my misfits. It was the most horrible week of my life. Not.