You have therefore always drawn in the margins or gazed curiously at a blank canvas. This training on popular ink painting course for beginners throws you in at the vivid deep end. Ignore the advise to start with pencils, which is really mild. No, here you encounter pigment wild stallions—ink. It runs, it bleeds, it does what it wants. And, should you be bold enough, so too do you.

Who knew your creative side could be unleashed with the pleasing squish of an ink-loaded brush? The teacher is not some austere art despot. Imagine more of an enthusiastic friend urging you to splish, drip, and explore with inky smudges on their shirt. Mistakes? Put another layer on. Your unusual wiggling lines might take the stage. You will begin to want that kind of pleasant accident.

Though lessons promote cannonballs into the pool of expression, dip toes in technique. You will find yourself sketching wispy bamboo stems and ink feathering like the wind some days. Some days it is abstract anarchy. Whichever you feel, shadowy thickets, dancing crows. One does not have a “right way.” Your only way.

The energy in the studio is great. As they work with wayward drops and meandering lines, classmates trade knowing looks. Some utter beginners, some art experts. Every session shocks you. Stillness as strokes hover deliberately one moment. Then everyone is laughing over that audacious ink blob that looks like—well, maybe a melted snowman?

Every brushstroke helps one to release excellence more easily. You begin to hunt strange ideas. You blur the line separating impulse from purposeful behavior. Suddenly makes sense the teacher’s motto, “Let your mistakes talk to you”. It is a slow revolt against the neat, polished, too planned.

By week three, you are staring at your hands, now happily black, wondering where this audacious artist has been lurking. Actually, ink painting is not limited to the so-called “artistic types.” Anyone ready to create a gloriously splashy mess should do this.

And if you find yourself squinting at tree branches, consider how you would draw them in strong, broad strokes. Alternatively, if you suddenly find texture all around—from spilled coffee to rain on the pavement. Inspired, it appears to follow you home, whispering in the ink language.

Does this course have a minor addictive tendency? Sure. Could it be that what you actually find is your own wild, paint-splattered vitality? Say not that we did not warn you.