I started taking art classes several weeks ago. The teacher was my high school art teacher. She lives a few miles from me and we reconnected through Facebook (turns out Facebook can be good for something besides making me feel guilty for not keeping up with everyones requests).
During my first class, she had me draw a human (whole body), a human face, a tree and a pitcher. It was embarrasing. Looked like something I would have drawn in Kindergarten. She's sneaky, too, because she keeps those first pictures and occasionally whips them out at me, presumably to keep me humble. Last night was my 5th or 6th class and I had to draw my own hand. The palm side, fingers and all. You know what? IT LOOKED LIKE MY HAND! Bless that woman, I'm actually learning! She let me bring the hand picture home to show my family (she still won't let those first drawings out of her sight) and guess what? They recognized that it was a hand! What else could I do but hang it on my refridgerator?
Fifty Years is a long time
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