After I finished my GCSE Art, I vowed to myself I’d never paint another picture again. It took me twenty years to break this promise but during Summer last year I took some time out from work and went to a drop-in painting class in Deptford.
I enjoyed it so much, that I decided I wanted to do more, so spent the next few months attending class after class, evenings and weekends, to build up a portfolio with which to apply for a more protracted period of study. I went to ‘Painting for Beginners’, ‘Painting Continued’, ‘Drawing for Beginners’, ‘Drawing Continued’, ‘Introduction to Watercolours’, ‘Creative Sketchbook’, ‘Painting from Photography’ and a few more drop in classes when I had the time.
At 6.30pm yesterday evening, I had an interview for the only course I’ve applied for. It’s a two year course in Fine Art timetabled around work commitments (because you’ve still got to pay the bills, right?).
At 6.45pm yesterday evening, I was offered a place on the course. Just like that. No nail biting wait, no unreturned ‘phone calls or rising tension when the postman comes. Just a simple “Yes, we’d like to offer you a place”. I start in September. I’m happy.