I went for an art class with a good friend of mine when we were little. We used to sneak up and watched some students painted or made vases back then. I still remember how I asked my mother desperately to come with them and sign me in. At first she refused, but after a few more arguments, she agreed. And there I was, with my friend, walked proudly to the art class and started doing some paints. But a few years later I decided to stop while my friend kept going. And just a few days ago he showed me some of his water color arts that he learnt from that art class. Now I'm feeling a little bit disappointed of myself cuz I've stopped. Oh well, don't you think these paintings are just fascinating? :)
Have a sweet weekends!