On Sunday, around noon, I found myself incredibly bored. It’s not an entirely new feeling; I’ve been
feeling experiencing some sort of profound boredom. It’s philosophical in proportion. Somewhere out there, there’s a great treatise on boredom that I haven’t read, but should probably get my hands on.
In any case, I was just rummaging, as one does, around on the internet and found out about this event, Paint Nite. It so happens that Toronto has its own chapter, Paint Nite Toronto. Intrigued, I looked it up on Groupon to see if I couldn’t save myself a few bucks. Luckily, there’s a Groupon.
The events happen regularly and all over the city, and there were two spots left for an event on Sunday evening. I signed up (for only one of the spots) and went.
It was a great experience. Having never painted before, I was a little anxious. Really, it was just a lot of fun. I would encourage you to check out the event in whatever city you live in.
I walked away with this:
Without resorting to some sort of review of the event, it was a great way to try something new in a casual environment, with no pressure or expectations. I liked it, and would do it again.
As I get ready to hit “Publish” on this post, I can see my sister sitting up a little higher in her chair and smiling as she says, “I told you, Bhaa.” She has this thing about how my spirituality is expressed through my artistic pursuits. Paint Nite wasn’t a spiritual experience, but it was nice one.
Now, I just have to figure out where to put the painting before Riel decides that it’s his newest scratching post.