The studio, one week after the show. I'm pleased that my painting is still up. Our skeleton keeps a watchful eye on the students.
It's been a long week, and an even longer month since I had art classes. Today's the first day of the new term, and it's good to be back. Even though this place can drive me nuts, I miss it when I'm not here.
15 people in the morning painting class; only seven in the afternoon's figure painting. We'll have 18 people in tonight's environmental design class: I predict a lot will drop after they're introduced to the evil of perspective. I, however, have had this class before, and suffered through the perspective class: I'm ready. Mwahahaha.