I’ve always admired people who create art. I do not draw — correction — I cannot draw. It once took me six months to choose a paint color for the kitchen. However, about a year ago, I discovered I am an artist.
It all started when my friend, Mary, decided to have a painting party. She emailed all her girlfriends and asked, “Who’s interested in an evening of sips and strokes?” A dozen women said they’d come. Each paid $20 to cover supplies.