The Road to My First Entry in an Art Exhibition
<p>Once upon a time, about fifteen years ago, my husband Jon said that he wanted to start painting. So for Christmas/Hanukkah, I gave him canvases, paints, and brushes. He never painted.</p>
<p>Five years ago, when he was getting chemo & radiation, I got him an easel for Father’s Day. I thought the easel would excite him and that he’d start painting to help him relax during this difficult time. It didn’t happen. The canvases, paints, brushes, and easel quietly collected dust.</p>
<p>Then two years ago this summer, after the pandemic took my adjunct professor job, I officially “retired” early and got creative. If Jon won’t create and play with the paints and brushes on the canvases on the easel, then I will. And so I did.</p>
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