The end of a weekly Fearless Abstract Painting class is always bittersweet. But up until last night, I had never cried.
To make the moment last just a little longer, I photographed each one of my student's desks in all of their messy, beautiful glory. My heart is filled with gratitude for being able to share what I love with such kindred spirits for the past 6 weeks. My heart is pained knowing that now that's it's over, I don't know where and when I will be teaching another weekly class again. (Don't worry, I have several one and two day workshops scheduled for the new year. This is not be the last my Fearless YYC painters will see of me.) But damn, it does mean I will miss you like crazy. In fact, I couldn't write this post without getting super emotional and crying some more. The end of one chapter signals the beginning of another. Perhaps what I am about to say is more for me than for anyone else: The end of one chapter can only signify a beautiful beginning of another. "What will will do without Sam?!" One students asked me. "You will be just fine." Was my confident reply. Until next time. All my love, S
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I am living proof.