Class

A college nearby is offering a Art class, so i went today. I was a little nervous at first; i've never learned how to paint or draw...everything i've ever done has been in wire sculpture or polymer clay or ceramics. So i did a rough version of the mannequin torso, sneaker, ball, and flowers as best i could...messing around with things. But by the time we were doing the "final" piece, i had gone into my own little world. I vaguely remember stroking the harsh lines with my hands; making sure they were soft and smooth looking. I remember using the leftover charcoal on my fingers to detail muscles. I remember the flowers in the vase...how the ceramics looked like it was spinning and the light was only gleaming off of certain parts of the vase. Finally, i remember not caring that the room was filled with at least 11 other people that i did/do not know, and just doing what i wanted anyway.