Cardboard Boxes, Bottle Caps, and Cats

Sometimes it feels like life is a series of retracted “I’ll never…” statements, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Almost two years ago ago I held Annie and Romeo on my lap for the last time and said a tearful, difficult, but humane farewell to each of them.

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Their parting wasn’t unexpected although as anyone who has ever had pets can attest to, it still wasn’t easy.

For a variety of reasons I swore up and down that I would never have another pet.

Then one day Christian showed me a few pictures of his girlfriend’s cats while telling me stories about their adorable antics and how low maintenance they are compared to dogs. Knowing my feelings about getting another pet, he was careful not to interject too many obvious references to his desire to have a cat become part of our home.

Coincidentally, I’d also been reading about the benefits of owning a pet as it relates to emotional health and feelings of well-being. There’s something about caring for a living being that helps to reduce feelings of loneliness and depression.

Having a pet forces one to get up in the morning rather than bury themselves under the covers and worry about everything under the sun. It’s also almost impossible not to smile and maybe even laugh out loud when you see a cat hanging out in a cardboard box

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or a tiny basket.

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There’s practically nothing better than laughter to lighten a mood, and I have to admit that cats are funny. :)

The more I read, the more appealing the idea of having a cat became. Although I don’t think there’s really such a thing as a hypoallergenic cat, I wanted to find a breed that is as allergy friendly as possible. Surprisingly there are 10 breeds that are considered to be good options for pet owners who have friends and family members with allergies.

After two clicks I fell in love with a picture of a Russian Blue, not only do they produce less of the stuff that people are allergic to, they are one of the prettiest breeds I’ve ever seen.

One thing led to another and a single Google search led me to Cats Bridge to Rescue, a local non-profit animal shelter for cats and kittens. Lo and behold the third cat on the adoption page was a perfect match. A 1 year old female Russian Blue named Mia.

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I sent Christian a text:

“What would you think about a cat named Mia?”

Four days later we became the proud and happy owners of a new cat. She quickly made herself at home and began exploring the whole house within just a few hours after arriving home.

She’s been home for 4 months and true to her description on the shelter’s website Mia is very friendly and quite social. She’s not cuddly, but does seem to prefer to be in the same room as Christian or I are hanging out in. During the day we spend a lot of time in the den,

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and now that it’s nice outside, we like to hang out on the porch.

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In the evening she’s my art buddy.

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Her favorite toys are plastic bottle caps – one cap can keep both of us occupied for a long time. It’s hysterical to watch her pounce, capture, and bat the bottle cap around with her paws -> watch here.

I never thought I’d have another pet, let alone a cat, but I’m really enjoying having Mia in my life. Proof positive that the old saying “never say never” is one worth heeding.

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Start with the bigger picture and worry about the details later

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Recently I’ve been learning about composition in creating two dimensional art. It’s not just about how the objects relate to each other, it’s also about how the artist relates to the objects.

The first step is to decide which components of a setting are interesting and intriguing enough to be a part of the composition, then you have to think about how much space you have and how to go about making the most of it.

We’re given an entire canvas to fill so there’s no sense in leaving uninteresting blank spaces around the subject matter.

Once we know what we want to include and maybe more importantly why we want to include them it’s time to start putting things into position  – loosely defining the shapes, locations, and relationships between the objects within the composition.

It’s tempting (for me anyway) to concentrate on one part of a drawing in an attempt to perfect it’s shape and dimension without regard to the larger picture and how it relates to it’s neighbors.

The interesting thing about art is that even the spaces and shapes between the objects are a part of the story and give clues to the artist about the relationships between the objects.

One of my biggest obstacles and sticking points when it comes to drawing is overcoming the desire to draw what I think I should see vs what is really in front of me.

Today’s art class started on time and as usual the small group of students surrounded the subject matter with easels, paints, and pencils. My seat was at an angle which presented a challenge for me.

When I look at something that I know is circular in shape from a head-on perspective that’s how I want to draw it. It’s hard for me to draw the perfect circle as a squished hoop even though that’s how it really looks from my vantage point.

But after some guidance I figured out how to do it. And I began to grasp an understanding of why it’s important to start with the larger shapes and relationships and refine them without immediately jumping into the detail.

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Composing art is actually a lot like life. We often-times get bogged down in the details and worry too much about making one particular aspect of our life “perfect” before moving on.

When we take a step back and consider the entire picture and all that life has to offer, it becomes easier to envision the shape we want things to take and how the different aspects of our life fit together.

My drawing isn’t finished, but there’s a sense of direction and a feeling of progress.

The details are the finishing touches not the starting point.

GMO Awareness Survey – College Research Project

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Are GMOs (Genetically Modified Organisms) good or bad?

Supporters believe GMO foods are the next best hope for feeding the planet while critics believe that genetically modified foods are unsafe and are an underlying cause of many of the health and environmental issues in the U.S.

My youngest son is a student at Drexel University and is curious to learn more about how well people feel they are informed about GMOs and whether or not they are concerned about them.

Please help him with a research project by answering a few questions about GMOs.

Every Little Thing is Gonna Be Alright

Three Little Birds Acrylic Painting

It’s almost impossible for me to believe that it’s been 3 months since I first wrote about my 3 Little Birds Project. Where does the time go?! 

How it All Started

It all started with the size and medium that has become my favorite and that I’m most comfortable with. My collection of ink pens and markers is well organized and I’ve also been told it’s also enviable.

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During the months leading up to the 3 Little Birds project, I’d grown extremely comfortable using ink on canvases the size of a greeting card to create a variety of drawings inspired by nature.

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I was content spending my evenings immersed in this world of comfortable familiarity.

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It was without conscious intention that I branched out slightly in subject matter and a sea of swirling dots and teardrops became the leaves on a tiny whimsical tree.

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An explosion of color brought the tree to life.

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Little did I know, that this small step out of my comfort zone would set the wheels in motion and lead me into an unfamiliar and somewhat intimidating place: a friend of mine reached out and asked me to do a painting for her inspired by this whimsical tree and her anthem, Bob Marley’s song Three Little Birds.

The Facebook conversation went something like this:

S: “Hey. I am inspired! I need something above my fireplace. you can create it!” :)

Me: “what are you picturing?”

S: “So my new mantra is three little birds. Bob Marly song. But i need color. Your tree with an inset with 3 little birds in colors would be incredible. Your first commission!”

Me: “omg, my drawings are small.”

S: “You’re going Big!” 30 x 20 at least.”

Me: “holy buckets! that’s big for me, but okee dokee”

S: “Get ready for the big blow up! I’m confident that you got it.”

In some ways it seemed a little crazy to say yes. After all, I had extremely limited experience with painting, had never drawn a bird, and had never drawn anything that big, and it was going to hang over her fireplace for many to see.

I don’t know how to explain it, but although it was scary and intimidating, it was also exciting to think about trying something new, big, and different.

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From the beginning of January to the end of March my dining room table was covered with a bright yellow “Kinder Mess Matt,” aka a plastic table cloth designed to protect nice surfaces from messy craft projects. (designed for children, perfect for me)

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In the beginning, I stuck with ink to gain confidence in drawing cute little birds and experiment with the color and composition.

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After playing with acrylic paint to decorate the cover of an art journal
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I bought a canvas and spent a few weeks learning what it felt like to work on a surface other than paper, which brushes worked best, and how to recover from mistakes .

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At long last I was ready to tackle the final version. Admittedly, the difference in size between the original and the yet to be completed final version of the tree was more than a bit overwhelming to think about.
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The large version didn’t get off to a smooth start. Thank goodness acrylic makes it easy to completely cover one tree with a layer (or two) of paint and allows the artist to keep on going without having to abandon the canvas.

Now for the fun part, lots and lots of color. I started with red,

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added in some yellow, green, and blue along with the three little birds so they wouldn’t get lost.

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Mia was my faithful art buddy throughout the entire project, although she may have just been interested in keeping an eye on the birds.

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The devil is in the details. Truth to be told, this was my favorite part of the project. I can lose myself for hours in the small but important details.

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A little over two months after I posted the ink drawing that inspired it all I finished the painting,

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had it packed and shipped to Omaha, NE and it’s now hanging above my friend’s fireplace.

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The entire project was fun, rewarding, and challenging. It made me stretch in ways that felt uncomfortable at first but ultimately helped me grow and gain confidence.

It was another lesson reinforcing the importance of being open to possibilities and the value of saying “yes” to trying something new even if it scares us.

Perhaps more importantly it was a reminder that there is potential living within each of us that is far greater than we can possibly imagine.

3 Little Birds, the slide show

I wish I could have set the slide show to the Bob Marley tune, but licensing it was a bit out of my price range, so I opted for something free and “sunny sounding.

Truth, Knowledge, Happiness – If I write what I really think…

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There are no three bigger words in our vocabulary outside of truth, knowledge, and happiness. Each word taunts us, each word beguiles us, each word makes us hope we can figure out why we’re here on earth and what we have to live for.

I started writing and sharing my thoughts publicly a few years ago. My kids and I have had more than a few laughs over my being mystified that people could “find me on the internet.

I’ve sporadically shared my thoughts through writing and art over the past four years. For the most part, each post has been carefully considered before publishing it. Several thoughts in my mind –

  • if i write what i really think, will the people i love still love me?
  • if i write what i really think, will the people i love still respect me?
  • if i write what i really think, will the people i love listen and be open to what i believe?
  • if i write what i really think…..

would it open people’s hearts and minds?

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I think it might.

There May be Snow on the Ground, but there is “Spring” in My Step!

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It seems that Mother Nature got the wrong memo on Friday. Instead of sending sunshine and flowers for the first day of Spring, she delivered around 5 inches of snow. While the snow won’t stick around for long, according to the forecast colder than normal temperatures will be here for a while.

In spite of the cold temps and Spring snow showers (which by the way were beautiful), I have emerged from the season of Winter blues earlier and stronger than ever before. First day of Spring 2015The seasonal feelings of sadness and depression arrived right on schedule in late October, but unlike previous years, my spirits began to lighten toward the end of February instead of the end of March. There have been years in which the black cloud of seasonal depression didn’t lift until well into April.

If you’re not familiar with Season Affect Disorder (SAD), it’s a mood disorder which is characterized by depression and it happens at the same time every year. It zaps your energy, makes it a challenge to get out of bed, and turns the world into a “glass half empty” kind of place.

There seems to be a direct correlation with the lack of sunshine and shorter days and the onset of the feelings of depression. For me,they seem to creep in so slowly that I don’t recognize them until it’s too late. I find myself thinking, “wow it’s not going to affect me this year,” then the hammer falls and I find myself almost physically unable to get out of bed in the morning.

Last year I discovered the value of light therapy in the morning and the evening. And I stumbled onto the benefits of having a creative outlet to occupy my evenings. Even with these tools to fight the negative feelings and lethargy, the winter of 2014 was one of my most difficult bouts with this condition.

This year I decided not to wait and see whether or not the inevitable would happen. I began using my lamp that mimics natural outdoor light at the beginning of October (before the feelings of depression started to hit me), made a conscious choice to do something creative every day, and registered for a drawing class to make sure I got out of the house.

For the most part it worked. While I still experienced feelings of sadness, they were nowhere near as severe as in previous years. I believe one of the major benefits of my early and consistent treatment approach is that the cloud lifted sooner.

A few weeks ago I added a new tool to my arsenal, a natural light “Wake-up Light.” I very quickly became a fan.

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The light simulates the sun rising. The light starts to illuminate 30 minutes before the alarm is set to go off and by the time the alarm chirps, it’s fully lit. The theory is that the emulation of sunrise releases certain chemicals in the brain that say “it’s time to wake up.” I don’t know about the science behind it, but I do know that it works for me.

Since day one of using it, I’ve found it easier to get up in the morning and I absolutely have more energy throughout the day. Over the past three weeks I’ve moved my wake up time from 8 am to 6:30 am and am beginning to fear I might be in danger of becoming a morning person. :)

I honestly believe that it’s helped to accelerate the earlier than normal exit of those pesky winter blues.

The “Spring” in my step has motivated me to register for a half-marathon in June and exercise is once again a part of my daily routine.

Hello Spring!

Weekend Shenanigans and Celebrating Friendship

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Seven years ago, I stumbled across an online community for wannabe triathletes as well as triathlon veterans, not a place I’d ever  have imagined myself fitting in. Much to my surprise, through online fitness challenges, mentoring forums, and individual training blogs I’ve “met” and formed friendships with people across the U.S. and in other parts of the world.

Over the past seven years, many of us have also become friends on Facebook, but the connection on BT (beginnertriathlete.com) remains a special one. People check in on each other weekly, if not daily.

We’ve “watched” each other’s children grow up, celebrated personal victories, and mourned together over the loss of friends and parents. We’ve sent virtual hugs and cried real tears during times of personal hardship and have kicked up our heels with joy for the good and happy times. We’re cheerleaders and confidants.

On more than one occasion I’ve taken a train, plane, or automobile to travel hundreds of miles meet one of my virtual friends in real life. What may shock some, will seem cool to others – not only did I travel to meet them, they welcomed me with open arms, amazing hospitality, and a place to rest my head for a night or two, even longer if needed.

The majority of my trips have been related to participating in a race. There’s nothing better than having a safe and welcoming place to stay the night before an event. It’s also awesome to share the early morning pre-race ritual and jitters with someone who is experiencing the same feelings.

Being connected on more than one social platform has its advantages. You always know when one of your friends is planning a party and can casually take them up on their “open invitation” to come visit. It’s simply a matter of keeping an eye open for pictures of large shipments of Mardi Gras beads to posted on Facebook and inviting oneself in a comment.

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The response was almost immediate and I was DARED to attend.

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I made some noise about accepting the DARE, asked for some details and started to seriously consider making the trip from Philadelphia to Lake Lure, North Carolina to attend the party.

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The party was scheduled for February 28th, so the weather forecast played a role in the final decision. As it turns out, I threaded the needle and made the 12 hour drive (each way) in between winter storms.

The weekend shenanigans kicked off on Friday night in Roanoke, VA. I made it to my halfway point just in time to see the lights in the hotel restaurant go dark. Fortunately the Holiday Inn that Hotwire selected for me offered complimentary shuttle service to and from any of the local eating establishments.

I chose TGI Fridays because it was close, I had a coupon, and figured it would be laid back and quiet since it was fairly late. My expectations were more than a little off; there was only one seat left at the bar and a ten minute wait for a table. I opted for the bar.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a place where everyone gets carded, the females are on the prowl, and the males are primed for the hunt. I also don’t know that I’ve ever seen so much bling, leather, and leopard print in a single room. Too bad the fashion police weren’t there to call out the woman in the skin tight body suit –  embellished with tiny imprints of the “hang loose”surfer hand symbol (can’t even describe how bad it was).

Who knew that I’d picked one of the local hot spots for singles to hang out? So much more I could write about the evening, but it’s time to move on to the main event.

I arrived in Lake Lure on time and not in the least bit frazzled. Between Google Maps and my friend’s most excellent directions there was no way I could make a wrong turn or miss my destination.

We had just enough time for a hug, a walk around the property, a glass of wine, and a bit of gabbing before the co-hosts and guests began to arrive. The house looked spectacular, every inch of the main floor was covered in beads and sparkles.

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Of course, no Mardi Gras party would be complete without costumes and masks. After much laughter and exchanging of hats, we concluded that Robin’s outfit called for the Jester’s hat and the 1920’s circa feathers worked best for me.

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We looked cute, but I’m fairly certain the cape won the prize for best costume.

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The food was incredible.

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Once the party started, the dining room was the most popular room at the party, well maybe with the exception the other side of the house where the Tarot card reader was burning incense and tapping into the future.

Each guest picked a number when they arrived and when their “number was up” it was time for their reading. Somehow or another, my number was 3, not saying it was rigged in any way – just saying I’m lucky. :)

The night was filled with toasts to newly wedded couples, explanations of why I was there, wine bottle opening demonstrations, roulette for high stakes prizes, and most likely some neighborhood gossip which went over my head. It was a wonderful evening, but there seemed to be too few hours between putting my head on the pillow and the knock on my door in the morning.

A sinfully delicious breakfast was followed by a long, long nap, and a delightful dinner. What could be a better way to spend a day?

Sadly the party is over (for this year). The beads and masks have been gathered, the dog and kitty cats are once again free to roam the house, and I am safely back in PA.

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The story is far from over though. I look forward to future shenanigans and an ongoing friendship.

Beauty Often Emerges in Spite of (or maybe because of) Adversity

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For the past week or so I’d been moving along swimmingly and without any creative bumps in my quest to paint a tree and Three Little Birds that will bring peace, inspiration, and happiness to whoever sees it. It’s been a process of figuring out how to scale a 6 x 8 inch ink drawing to a much larger canvas and also how to translate it using a new and unfamiliar medium, not to mention the addition of a new design element, the 3 Little Birds.

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Much to my surprise, the sketch came easily and transferring the position of the tree from a vertical orientation to a horizontal one happened naturally.

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My confidence grew with each brush stroke and the painting began to take shape.

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Just when I started feeling really good about the painting and the fact that I hadn’t encountered any obstacles,

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I hit a fairly major bump in the road. I was trying too hard to make the red bird perfect. What I ended up with was a serious mess.

In an attempt to erase my mistake and start over, I ended up turning background of the very important space between the blue and green bird into the color that makes you cringe when you take the laundry out of the washer and realize that your favorite red sweater somehow made it into a load of whites. Both the delicate whites and the red sweater are ruined.

Unable to just let it go, I waited for the pink streaks to dry and covered them with a thick layer of white.

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Not sure why, but I didn’t toss the painting out. Maybe it’s because of the time I’d already invested or maybe it was because of the vision I had of the finished piece, or maybe it was just plain stubbornness that made me keep going.

I stepped away from it overnight and revisited the situation the next morning. The answer came to me, and while it’s not perfect (because nothing ever is), it’s beautiful and I feel very good about the outcome.

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All of the above can be applied to almost any circumstance in life; it’s tempting to just give up when things don’t go according to plan or when life gets messy. But when we hang on and keep trying, even if it’s by our fingernails, things do have a way of turning out.

Sometimes art (and life) doesn’t go quite according to plan.

That’s why we need to be able to take a step back and figure out how to make the best of a situation, even when it looks messy and hopeless.

Almost nothing is as it appears on the surface and almost no one has achieved anything of significance without making and recovering from a mistake or two along the way.

Under Construction and Enjoying the Mess

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I am always amazed by the way that things happen in life when you least expect them and how often they come at just the right time. A few weeks ago a friend of mine reached out and asked me to do a painting for her inspired by one of my drawings and her anthem, Bob Marley’s song Three Little Birds.

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The funny thing is that although I knew the lyrics well, I realized that I had no idea what the title of the song was.

At any rate the reintroduction to the song and the reminder that although everything doesn’t always turn out the way we plan, every little thing will be alright. During the cold and cloudy winter days, this project has given me something bright and positive to focus on and the song has become my anthem for 2015.

It’s also presented an opportunity for me to spread my artistic wings in more than a few ways.

My friend is planning on putting the piece over her fireplace and wants a piece that is 24 x 36. My original tree fits is 6 x 8 and is in a vertical space, not a horizontal one so I’m not quite sure how I’m going to make that work, but one challenge at a time.

The first challenge was to figure out how to draw the birds. I requested and received a few pictures of birdies that she liked and I’ve been doing some experimenting. I accidentally put four little red birds on the branch in the first drawing because I was so excited when the birds I’d been practicing on the side actually turned out well. :) Four birds also filled the space better, so it’s all good.tree of hope with birds_v1 w color

In the second practice session, I successfully incorporated the three birds, although they got a little lost among all of the bubbles so I’m re-thinking the colors a bit to make sure they pop.

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The second challenge was the size. For the past two years I haven’t created anything that is larger than 8 1/2 x 11 and the majority of my drawings are 6 x 8 or 7 x 10. I get very intimidated when I think about filling all of the white space, not to mention the challenges associated with making something look both “real” and big. Granted this isn’t a drawing based on realism, but it’s still necessary to properly translate the idea which can be more difficult in a larger space, at least for me.

As luck would have it, I started a new art class on January 15th and in just two sessions I’ve already gained more confidence in drawing “big.” This past week, while the other students drew and painted the complex relationships between the objects on the table,

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I drew the vase and then the bowl.

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Three years ago, I would have considered this to be an abysmal failure but I’ve learned to focus on where I’m at in the process and to consider the progress in my own work and not how it compares to others.

In many ways I’m as thrilled with this piece as I’ve ever been with any finished drawing. In my mind, both objects look more “real” and recognizable than any of my previous attempts at capturing a still life on paper. It’s also giving me the confidence I need to fill a much larger canvas.

When my instructor sees that I’m getting frustrated by the multiple lines and mess on my paper, he reminds me that part of art (and life) is about making a mess while we’re learning. If you think about it, in order to grow as people, it means we’re sort of “under construction” throughout life, and sometimes it’s messy.

The third challenge was the medium. Ink and color pencils have been my mainstay for quite a while now, but neither is appropriate for such a large piece. Acrylic paint is the medium I keep coming back to.

Coincidentally, the online art journaling class I’m taking has a new home and the instructor launched an updated version of the lessons.The introduction included information and thoughts about the importance of quality paper in art.

It made me stop and think.

In the spirit of starting anew and with the acknowledgement that we deserve our canvas, whatever form it takes, to be of quality, I ordered a new journal for the class. It seemed appropriate to carry the “everything is going to be alright” theme through on the cover of my new art journal.

It was also a good way to play a little with paints before I tackle a large painting.

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The back cover was the perfect place to try another version of three little birds on for size.

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The paints I used are fine for crafts and journals, but not for a full size painting, so my next stop on this journey is the art supply store for proper paints and a canvas or two.

All of these independent projects have  been a great way to experiment with mixing mediums and learning how they play nicely together (or not).

It’s also been an excellent way for me to discover and play with elements such as the Three Little Birds that will be an important part of the painting that I will be starting in the next week or so.

I’m very happy with the way both the individual drawings and the journal cover turned out; it sets a great tone to start filling the pages in between with the assignments from the lessons. It’s going to be interesting to figure out when and how to work on things for my “in real life” class, my online class, and the larger painting project that this has all been a part of.

Who knew that one little doodle would turn into a giant construction zone? :)

 

I’m “Drawing the Line”

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Life is full of ironies if one is paying attention.

Over Thanksgiving, I registered for a drawing class at the Princeton Arts Council. The description of the class emphasized expanding on basic drawing skills and learning how to compose a piece of art from concept to completion.

It sounded challenging and appropriate for my current skill and confidence level. As luck (or fate) would have it, the class was cancelled and reminiscent of 3 years ago, I was offered the opportunity to attend a more advanced class as an alternative. Unlike 3 years ago, I accepted the alternative option without hesitation.

When I received the email that the class had been canceled, I couldn’t help but think back to the first day of my drawing class three years ago and how hesitant and uncertain I was.

What I didn’t realize then, but I know now is that art is all about lines. To quote a friend of mine, “Line quality is a big element in art and it is elementary and needs consideration. Even if ignored, line quality should be a considered choice.

To be honest, my first drawing blew me away – I seriously had no idea that anything like this was hiding inside of me. It took me weeks to complete, but in the end I was amazed at what came out of my pencils.

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What strikes me now, looking back at it is the lack of certainty in the lines. They’re technically correct and the shading is really quite nice, but the lines lack confidence and purpose.

Contrast the drawing of the sunflower with a recent doodle, a surrealistic or maybe fanciful tree:

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The lines are strong and considered.

I debated about whether or not the drawing was finished. The black and white lines were mesmerizing, but it didn’t feel “done.”

The lines were ready to be embellished with color.

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Ironically, the description of the class I will be starting on Tuesday includes this:

Color is not just a “pretty embellishment”, but has a profound significance and role in our visual perception and, subsequently, is a powerful tool in our art making. Understanding these functions of color is the focal point of this class.

The class is geared toward “students with experience in drawing and painting.”

It’s clear that I’ll be taking a class with students far more advanced than me, but on the other hand, I’ve learned a lot about “drawing the line” and my recent experiences tell me that it’s more than OK to let those “lines” take you to a new place.