My mother on the other hand, was an actual art student, for a year untill she ran off and married my father in a stone chapel under a rainy sky. But that is another post (or book) all together.
This is what is left of her paints from that year.
Obviously I am no Pam Garrison.
But it was fun to try something new. To start. To play for the sake of playing.
I highly recomend it.