Expression of color
I hate the concept of 'bucket lists.' Life is so fragile and short, and I think I'd rather put thought and energy into experiencing life instead of just checking things off a list that ends with "and now that you're done, hurl yourself off of a cliff."
Thus the 'life list' at http://domesticat.net/todo which a few of you have seen so far. Not things to check off, but experiences I want, accomplishments I'm seeking, skills I'm willing to learn.
I saw an email this morning from The Flying Monkey, the local arts center; an artist in residence there (Susan Knecht) is offering glass-blowing classes in the spring. I thought about it for a little while and then decided to sign up. 2008 was marked by my discovering that quilting Wasn't That Hard™, and I thought, why not?
I've always been curious about glass arts. A cousin of mine blew glass in Alaska for a while, and the pink-and-white ornament she made me is one of the first ornaments I hang on my tree ... on the years I actually decorate a Christmas tree. I can't draw, so I'm fascinated by artistic endeavors that focus on the expression of color. Glass-blowing seems like it might fit.
Maybe I'll hate it. Maybe I'll love it. Maybe I'll discover intense satisfaction in melting perfectly good glass into utterly eccentric shapes. ("oh dear God, save us from Amy's paperweights" may be the phrase of Christmas 2009)
Only one way to find out.