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creative connections workshop

where: ‘the pink palace’ (kimberly wilson’s home) in washington, dc
when: friday, may 7th, 6 to 8:30 pm
with: mindy tsonas, creator and hostess of wishstudio
cost: $45 and byoc (bring your own canvas!)

this may in washington dc, kimberly wilson will be hosting a special creativity workshop that was inspired by a fabulous artist’s sleepover i attended. this collaborative way of making art really helped me to conquer my fear of the blank canvas and embrace different playful and artful techniques. it also was a really wonderful way to connect with other creative spirits (thanks jes!).

creative connections workshop

come and explore the creative process as a group and together we will make wildly inspiring collaborative art! each participant will begin a mixed-media collage that will then journey throughout the group to be infused with one another’s playful creativity. as the canvases are passed around the room we are given the wonderful opportunity to think outside of our own creative box and see our art from a fresh perspective. by sharing our styles and techniques, we will help one another stretch our creative imaginations!

at the end of the evening you will have a beautiful and unique piece of inspiring art, as well as a special momento of the creative connections made during our artful adventure together.

join us for a fabulous night of creative fun, and let’s get a little messy together. space is limited (only 8 spots) can’t wait to create and connect with you!

drinks and goodies will be served*


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