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<\/a>That simplicity of purpose is best exemplified in the weekly Iron Pig Alehouse \u201cAdult Coloring With Beer\u201d event. This title seems a bit risque, but rest assured there\u2019s nothing particularly \u201cAdult\u201d about the coloring other than it being intended for those of drinking age. Of course, if you\u2019re compelled to doodle something filthy, I\u2019m not here to stifle your creativity.<\/p>\n
I arrived at the event with designs on using some of the house-provided crayons. This was evidently something of a rookie maneuver. Many of my peers were kitted out with attache cases bursting with colored pencils sharpened to a surgical edge, probably harboring no less than eight shades of burnt umber. Adults take the celebration of childlike diversions very seriously.<\/p>\n
After assembling enough crayons for a somewhat moth-eaten rainbow, I ordered a Fall Brewing Company Weekend Pirate #12 IPA and set down to work. At first I casually shaded sections of the page interspersed with sips of beer or conversing with my party. However, as my colors began to flesh out the image, I found myself increasingly incapable of doing all three. My vision was manifesting and I was struck with the urge to see it to completion.<\/p>\n
I wouldn\u2019t go so far as to say I\u2019m adult coloring convert, but the allure is no longer lost on me. It put me in a headspace that was both compelled to finish a task while simultaneously sensing no urgency to do so. It was very relaxing in a peculiar way. If you\u2019re ever eager to join your chums at a bar and be entirely too distracted to speak to them, I highly recommend it.<\/p>\n The Beer Mug Painting Class at Kilowatt Brewing Company (Ocean Beach) was a slightly different animal. It\u2019s more of a workshop where the admission price includes all raw materials, some basic instruction, and a table full of more capable artists whose paintings will definitely shame yours. It also comes with a pint, which takes a bit of the sting out of that last bit.<\/p>\n Now seated with my rotund glass canvas, it was time to figure out what to paint. Normally the open bounds of that question would paralyze a non-artist like myself, but I developed a procedure to help decide. Firstly, I considered the whole of material existence along with the entirety of potential abstract thought. Next, I narrowed all of that down by only including what someone with zero dexterity and toddler-esque focus could realistically accomplish in an hour. A painting of a pint glass it was.<\/p>\n I spent the next 10 minutes quietly drumming up the courage to lay the first stripe of paint down. The instructor, likely sensing my dismay, inquired if I needed any assistance. By all accounts the answer was a resounding \u201cyes\u201d, but I wasn\u2019t sure how she could help. It\u2019s not as if the tools were somehow alien to me. The brush goes in the paint, then on the glass. Even if I chose the wrong end of the brush it would still technically work (and might even have me hailed as a visionary by my peers). My obstacle was just plain old confidence. This meant the only reasonable question to ask was \u201cHow can I make this not terrible?\u201d It turns out there\u2019s no great answer for that.<\/p>\n Despite my profound inability to wield a brush, I\u2019m not entirely untrained in the world of art. In the course of obtaining my unused college degree, I also acquired a totally unnecessary year of visual arts coursework that left me with one singular lesson: If you can\u2019t awe them with talent, dazzle them with bullshit.<\/p>\n One dash of French surrealism later, I had elevated my wonky beer emoji into a bonafide masterpiece:<\/p>\n As incompetent as I knew myself to be with a brush, I was actually more vexed initially by the proposition of doing the Succulent Jewelry Workshop hosted by North Park Beer Co. and Stemtations San Diego. I didn\u2019t have anything against drought-resistant ornamentation per se, but it was akin to an invitation to make Squid Socks – I could picture it, but had no idea it was a\u00a0thing.<\/em><\/p>\n Making succulent jewelry is like a microcosm of floral arranging, with an emphasis on \u201cmicro\u201d. It involves the assembly of miniscule plant cuttings on to a pendant 1.5\u201d in diameter. When done with diligence and care, it can produce a charming accessory for any chlorophyll-deficient ensemble:<\/p>\n Clearly, this one isn\u2019t mine.<\/p>\n While the succulent jewelry looks awfully ornate, they weren\u2019t nearly as difficult to assemble as I assumed they would be. Beneath that lush, yet delicate presentation lies an angry, frothy sea of floral adhesive cementing each leaflet in place.<\/p>\n With a little planning (and a lot of prodding), everything seemed to find a place. I\u2019m sure that, were it not for my inner child urging me to do something profoundly stupid,\u00a0I could have made far better use of the materials than I did:<\/p>\n All in all, I have to say that the marriage of beer and art was definitely to my liking. It can be something of an impediment to casual conversation given the focus directed to your budding masterpiece, but it has plenty of other benefits. There is an undeniable zen-like bliss to willfully ignoring the woes of the world to direct all of your attention to a coloring book. Building my infernal succulent was not only a good bit of fun, it reminded me of our dominion over Mother Nature, which always makes me feel important. Most importantly, the painting reminded me that I\u2019m an undeniably shitty painter, which should put any delusions suggesting otherwise to bed when my mid-life crisis rolls around.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/a>
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