Art Classes with Bubs

As a new mum, there’s a lot to juggled. Maybe I don’t need to be going along to art class, I’m not sure I’ve got the time or if I can really afford it. But then my soul needs nourishment, and for me it’s natural to go along to art class with bubs. Can’t start them too young! So far bubs has been exposed to university, art classes, Pilates, and a creativity writing workshop I presented. His education is about to continue with an upcoming conference I’m presenting at. There’s lots of variety for him to experience, even now, just by me simply living my life.

During art class, Bub is in the sling, resting on my chest as I paint. He’s content. The other ladies in the class are amused, nothing like a little baby energy in the room to help with the creativity! Instead of a tea break half-way through the class, for me there’s a bottle break. I can use the time to chill, and also reflect what direction I want to take my painting (which I’m having to go to plan B because I’ve stuffed up! And Bubs has been such an angel I can’t even blame him. Completely my lesson to learn here!). I’m very grateful for Splashout to help accommodate by letting me come along with bubs.

my art in need of fixing

By going along to art class, I’m reminded that my mum did something similar. She had her baby daughters in the wicker bassinets, under the table, while she did her china painting. It’s what the women in our family do. It’s a tradition. And I’m glad to be continuing it. The quiet things you’ve learnt from mum, which you then pass down to your child; an unexpected bonus, which also helps keep my memory of mum alive.

Lilliana

No Lights!

I was just getting into my editing of my academic paper in a cafe when of all things there was a power failure! It’s sort of exciting but also frustrating. It’s now a little too dark to edit on paper and I was just in the flow!

The unexpected things which disrupt the flow! But the question is has this been beneficial or detrimental? Or neither?

I did consider leaving, but then a few lights came on nearby, so I had a bit of light to continue. I kept editing, mainly because I was so close to finishing this task! And I wanted to not just finish but continue what I was doing. And I couldn’t help think no his people would write in the most difficult situations and poor lighting. So why not keep going?!

All sorts of events and things can disrupt the flow, it’s how you react that matters. I could’ve gone home, but I stayed, wanting to keep connected to even a little of the flow I was in. And it helped. Round one of editing done!