To See Yellow In White

This is a collage of my second and third lessons with Miss Fann, the first being an hour-and-a-half
spent in admiring different photos of oil paintings which she has bookmarked to show me.  I told her that the only thing I do with a pen is to write words if not draw boxes, layers and layers of boxes like this:

      Always fascinated by stairways or steps, windows, walls and pathways, which looks so easy
with just lines, I am never one that can ever make my pencil do what my eyes see or my eyes just cannot see
what it needs to convey my hand to do. Thus, ending up with a piece of paper filled up with one box after another piling on top of each other and be lost in thought.

       I don't dare voice my doubt when  I picked out a photo of a white stairway on the left and a white wall on its right for I know that a good teacher can get me to where she wants me to be because I am willing to let her lead me in this new journey. With this, my lesson in Trust.

Lesson 2
      She made me observe the lines and to my excitement,
I can see the straight lines and the slants that brought about the thickness and the surface of the steps. Now there is something else better to fill my paper than the layers of boxes.  I am thankful to have found someone to guide me along at making and doing something in which there are a number of steps. This day I applied Attentiveness.

Lesson 3
      Miss Fann asked me what colors I see on the wall in the picture.  I know it is white, and if there is something darker, maybe gray.  She asked me if I see yellow.  I told her the truth, I don't even see a gray, it was just a wild guess.  I don't see any yellow in it at all.  She pointed to the steps. In doubt, I asked her if it could be a tinge of blue.  She nodded,but to be honest, I didn't worry about not seeing  yellow, as she mixed the two colors white and yellow in the palette. She then made me try the different "butter spreaders" a name  I made up to a Chinese term that I cannot memorize. The time will come when I shall eventually learn its terms.  I filled up the wall part on my canvass and wished that I had more time to go on.

      I stopped being a student for the day, because it was time for me to go to my class and meet my students.  This time I can share with them my experiences with Honesty, Truthfulness and Total Submission and the joy that I am rewarded with when the teacher awakened my own expectations.