Ale is an extremely artistic person, he cooks, draws, paints, writes etc. I, on the other hand, am the least artistic person.
In high school, I was forced to take two art classes. My first art class my teacher gave us a picture to try to recreate. I was so proud that I recreated this picture the best I could. At the end of class, I brought it up to my teacher with pride, just to get scolded. It turns out this was supposed to be a semester long project, not done in 45 minutes.
Anyone who knows me, knows I have a lot of upstanding qualities, patience not being one of them. Patience and art go hand-in-hand. You have to get the lines drawn correctly, take the time to create something, pay attention to the details, etc. etc blah blah blah. I don't have tolerance for any of that. To make a long story short, my second art class which was ceramics, I hired a classmate to make me the final project pot; and that my friends, is why I'm great at business.
Since Ale's creative juices have probably just about dried up living with me, I decided to take him to Make Meaning. This is basically a large studio that you pay a sitting fee for and can do a variety of things. You can paint ceramics, make jewelry, make soap, make a candle, or decorate a cake.
When we walked in Ale's eyes lit up- he was totally in his element. I, on the other hand, was more focused on the frozen yogurt I was promised as a reward.
We decided to paint pottery. We went over to the shelf where you could pick your pottery. Ale headed right to the kids section where they had piggy banks and characters to paint. I asked him to please make something a little bit more functional like a picture frame or mug since this was going to inevitably end up in our apartment. He sighed and came over, unenthused about everything. In the meantime, I decided to make a jewelry box, in hopes of acquiring more jewelry once we make it past the paper anniversary. I could tell Ale was totally uninspired by the picture frames and mugs so I just gave up and told him to pick whatever. He immediately b-lined for a large dinosaur piggy bank.
We gathered our colors and headed back to our table. Ale immediately started painting. I stared at my jewelry box for a good 30 minutes. The people who worked at Make came around and asked me what was wrong. I hadn't even realized it but I had broken out into a severe panic and sweat.
I have no artistic vision. Lucky for me the employees at Make were amazing and had the patience of Saints. They sat and talked to me and recommended that I look things up on my phone. I eventually decided to go with stripes. I asked them for a ruler and they laughed at my request. Thankfully, they cut a piece of paper in a line for me. I drew my pattern (of stripes) out in pencil first. Little did I know that the pencil I was using didn't burn off in the kiln. The wonderful employees at Make then took my pottery and sanded it down so I could start fresh. They also helped me number my paints so that I could remember which I was using for my second and third coats. For some odd reason, no one else in the room had to have their paints numbered.
After two hours, Ale and I had finished our masterpieces. After the employees stopped admiring Ale's for his insane creativity of painting scales (I know, I don't get it either). We handed in our pottery. It takes four days for them to fire it and should be ready tomorrow to pick up.
I must admit Make is an awesome place. If I even had one hair of artsy talent I would be sure to go there often. The employees are really fun and friendly and the environment is a great change of pace. I'm happy Ale takes me to places outside my comfort zone and in return, I can't wait for the day that I can take him to the ballet-
Oh and by the way, the frozen yogurt was delicious.
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