When I was in college studying Art Education I had a daily struggle. It happened when I walked into my oil painting class and didn’t end until I walked out. Now mind you, I had eagerly, breathlessly been waiting outside the door of the 3rd floor painting studio for 2 years, anticipating my turn at the hallowed easal with the renowned and wise professor, who would lovingly and patiently teach me how to paint with oils. Now here I was, in the very studio of my dreams. And all I would hear from the renowned and wise professor was (after a long and awkward pause, her looking over my shoulder) “Well, finish this one and go on to the next one.” Embarrassment. Heartbreak. Doubt. Anger. All these stirred up inside me while sitting in front of that easal. How was I to finish this one and go on to the next one when I didn’t know HOW? Could you just SHOW ME HOW? Looking back now, I f...