Artist’s date ends with paint

When I was a child, I drew and I painted. I had a wonderful art teacher in high school. He taught me line drawing, taught me to appreciate poetry, and introduced me to “The Hobbit” and “The Lord of the Rings”. I was in hospital for several weeks when I was 17, I remember having a sketch book with me and drawing all the time. Where did that go? It seemed to disappear once I left school. I was told that art and music were hobbies, agreeable pastimes on days off, but that one needed to do something ‘serious’ to make a living. Then, a few years ago, I was working through ‘The Artist’s Way’ with a girlfriend. I was out on an ‘artist date’ with myself, window shopping and poking in antique stores. I walked by this art supply store. In the window was a set of watercolour paints like the ones we used to have in school. It was on sale. <a href="https://medium.com/@vdenyx/artists-date-ends-with-paint-3791d113841b">Website</a>