Limbering up on large sheets of paper turned into a messy business (they did manage to get the paint out of their hair) that proved to be both interesting and liberating. 'Off with the cardigans!' Colours were assigned to a list of words that each felt described their place during one of the seasons; thought was given to the application of the colour; caution, brushes, paints and palette knives were thrown to the wind, allowing art to prevail.
The results speak for themselves - two Damiens in there, a Picasso, a hint of a Rothko and, as someone pointed out, the rest were Pollocks.... Jackson Pollock's. We laughed so much there was a queue for the toilet.
In addition to the painting, there were extra curricular sweets (thanks) and a box of chocolates (Yay) which had to be dealt with- undivided attention to the chart is required if one wants to avoid the montelimar. We still managed to give lunch a good run for it's money and with clean plates, no-one had to help with the washing up which meant we could all go straight home, for a sleep. Or was that just me.
Sara-Jane
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