Be the tree and who is Jane?

I have been asked over and over how I got started on this journey of becoming an artist.  So here goes - my path to become a "real" artist...it's been crazy but so exciting.  It all started with Dee Sakas.  She asked me to create a 32 X 48 painting for her condo at Copper Mountain last September.  Her request was a forest with aspens and fall colors with some plum to match her chairs.  She sent pics - I was quite puzzled!  The chairs looked lavender and the kitchen was teal blue.  I wasn't sure how I could integrate fall colors into her existing color scheme.  I also had never created my very own composition.  I have painted (copied from books or magazines) many pieces over the years for my friends - never at their request and never any expense to them, so never any pressure to be perfect.  Panic is setting in.

I sat swishing color for weeks and weeks and was getting nowhere.  I had heard of pARTiculars art studio in town where you could take lessons so I signed up for a 10 hour art boot camp.  I assumed that we would sit quietly in front of easels, with our eyebrows in that serious crinkle, learning all the details of painting a tree.  Well, I was completely wrong.  Jane Whittlesey (teacher) walked into my life and I will never be the same.  I am not sure how to describe Jane.  She is one of the most fascinating people I ever met.  She is absolutely the most positive, flexible, carefree, no rules kind of girl.  Our exercises consisted of the following:

1.  loud music, dancing around a large table, covered entirely with a large piece of paper, splashing paint of all colors. 
2.  paint an unknown object blindfolded based on what your partner was describing.
3.  creating cityscapes, landscapes, still lifes, etc with paper clips, bottle caps, pipe cleaners....

Well, at the end of the last class, I told Jane all I wanted to know was how to paint a tree.  Her response, "be the tree - think like a tree - how would you grow if you were a tree?"  That was it!  A whole week and I hadn't learned a thing! 

I continued to swish paint on the canvas, not really creating anything recognizable.  Frustrated, I paced outside quite a bit and started to just look at the aspens in my yard.  Everytime I went outside, I noticed new details about the trees. Without realizing it, I became a tree.  I would run inside and paint just a little something that I noticed, then run back out and turn back into a tree, run inside again....this went on for a couple of days.  Eventually I had a forest.  Ground cover and a path worked it's way in.  Then a couple of logs landed in a space that I was bored with.  I was almost done and realized there was no plum....I dropped a plum tree right over those logs.  I'm told this wouldn't be realistic.  Well, it is already in my imaginary forest so it stayed.  It was done, I loved it, I was excited but terrified of Dee's reaction.  I was sure that she would hate it.  I had a few friends come over for a critique - they LOVED it!  The girls were yelling out prices that this piece would sell for.  It didn't matter - my agreement with Dee was that she would pay for the materials only.

I took the painting in to show Jane.  She LOVED it!  Bill LOVED it! (more on Bill later!).  So, I was confident enough to let Dee have it.  I was on my way to Copper to deliver my first self-composed piece.  I said to myself - "If Dee pays for the supplies, I will be happy.  If Dee offers anything extra, I will be a "real artist."   Dee LOVED it and handed me a check - she was more than generous - she confirmed that I was a "real artist".  There was a lot of LOVE going on with this painting.  That was all I needed - $$$ invoked confidence.