I was blessed this year with a birthday gift of art classes from my lovely husband! I've wanted to do this for a long time and although I'm enjoying it overall, at times I find it quite frustrating and can understand now why it's called a 'work' of art. I have also been surprised at my emotions at times. One thing I've struggled with is that (after asking for my permission) my art teacher has painted on my piece of art to show me what she's trying to explain!
I can feel myself squirming in my seat trying desperately hard not to say "what are you doing? I don't like it the way it looks now!"
Yet on other occasions I've been able to see the improvement and been pleased with the advice.