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| "The world is a blank canvas its brush is our imagination." Unknown |
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It’s a little late but Buffalo finally caught onto the Paint
Nite trend. Since I’ve always had limited patience when attempting to do
anything creative, I was excited to have someone teach me how to paint. I thought that the creative environment
paired with a glass of wine would help me tap into my hidden potential. Man, was
I sorely disappointed. It appears that I
am creatively challenged and the wine only made it worse. I’ve never been able to grasp the concept of
gracefulness. It’s just not something my
body is capable of. I’m more blunt and
awkward. Despite my conscious efforts, my ability to imitate the graceful
movements of the instructor’s paint brush slowly diminished with each glass of
wine.
Since the finished product appears to be the work of a drunken 3rd
grader, the painting will not be on display for people to enjoy when visiting my home. But
when I pull that sucker out of the closet in a few months, I’ll look back
fondly at my efforts to be the next Pablo Picasso.
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