When I was a little girl, I used to draw a lot. I wanted to take art classes in college but they were too many hours and I had two jobs (and shh on academic probation for a semester).
I am really happy I can take art classes now. This semester I am taking a painting class. My second painting class ever. The teacher is really good and I am having a good time. Although the critiques scare me still.
The second project deals with memory. I have an idea of what I want to do. I explained my idea to the teacher and he told me to look up an artist. The artist is Antonio Lopez Garcia. I know him from his baby heads at the Museum of Fine Arts Boston. <-- I think my teacher was impressed with my museum knowledge. I hate you still Mr. Lubenkov. You suck.
The teacher asked me if I was from Boston (because I knew about the scuptures). Hello? I don't have the awful accent (Boston/Maine accents are the worst). I guess my ebonics/valley accent isn't very nice either.