As my husband and I trekked across the vineyard to our setting under a gnarly oak tree, I kept thinking how excited I was to put the paint on the canvas for the second time in nearly thirty five years – since high school!
I was also very thirsty for the chilled rosé wine we had brought along to help get our creative juices flowing. As we began painting the vine in front of us, I remembered words of my high school art teacher, Mr. Benjamin, very clearly, “just be you, and all will be pretty.”
How could things not be pretty in a vineyard; how could things not be clear? Clearing my head is what I needed after a busy month, and when I was gently reminded to add “brightness and highlights” to the delicate bud leaves which I had painted on my canvas, I felt a familiarity and calmness being spoken to me, like that of Mr. Benjamin.
The joy of such nice memories made me want to develop more memories by doing more of what I was doing … at that very moment.