So the portrait class that was supposed to start on Thursday was a bust. The one person who signed up for it indicated she'd be interested in private lessons, but after an initial connection I'm not sure if that's going anywhere. I will continue to practice portraits and refine my teaching ideas so we can try to offer the class again in a few months. There is interest in another Mandala class so I'll probably do another one of those in the spring as well.
In the mean time I'm going to shift my focus. There seems to be a daily battle between painting, drawing and sewing going on in my head - sort of a subconscious version of rock-paper-scissors - and sewing is winning more often than the others. Largely due to the sheer volume of fabric and other sewing supplies staring me in the face every time I go downstairs, which has more than doubled from my own ample stash since my mom's has been added to the mix, and feel like I need to DO SOMETHING with it besides look at it taking up space on the shelves. Plus, I have made more paintings than I know what do with and should probably figure that out before making more.
Since moving here I've already finished 2 quilt tops that were in progress from some time in the past which I rediscovered while unpacking, threw a 3rd one together, and am currently working on a 4th. My long-arm quilting machine / frame has not yet been reassembled since the move, which needs to get done SOON so I can start tackling the growing UFO (unfinished objects, for you non-quilters) pile. I still hope to veer toward more artsy-quilts/fiber art projects in the near future but won't feel right starting something new until I make a reasonable dent in that UFO pile.
So off to the basement to sew I go! For now. I know how fickle I can be with creative pursuits so this might not last long.