Soon after everyone left, I took a moment to sit and look at my space before I began to start cleaning. I have never really been that happy to clean up, even though the ladies had helped a lot before leaving me, but I was happy this time.
The tables were covered in the evidence of the class that just happened: paint spatters, some brushes, water cups and my example of a portrait created during the class. Hightower Art House was no longer just a dream I kept visiting, Notes in my phone or sketches in my sketchbook. It was here, real. People had came here to learn, create and experience art together. The space was fulfilling the purpose I intended it for....
What it was built for. by Hightower Art House
This is what the first Paint Your Person workshop taught me about making a vision real.
