So, I have been living at the YWAM base here in Cambodia. One night I met a guy whose name I still cannot pronounce. Something like Joleech. Anyway, he is taking a drawing class taught by an American man named Ronald. He said I could go with him one day, so I hopped on Bopha’s bicycle and pedaled the 20 minutes to his studio.
The class had only 3 students and Ronald was teaching them basic drawing 1 skills. It was fun to sit and draw from life again and re-visit some concepts I learned 8 years ago. Wow, that makes me feel old. Once he found out that I was a professional painter, Ronald asked me to come back in the afternoon to help teach a student who paints in acrylics. Despite my warnings that I had never taken a painting class in my life, he was enthusiastic about me returning to help this girl. It turned out that this studio was less than a 10 minute walk from where I teach English each afternoon, so I was able to take an hour break from teaching English to go teach painting!!!
It was one of the most surreal moments of the race for me. I was suddenly standing in the middle of an art studio with easels, paintbrushes and all of the same supplies I had in my own studio back in the states. This man is teaching the Camai men and women for free as a ministry, so he was grateful for a break and I was grateful to be in a real studio again.
