Last night, I started the ink portion of my painting. Tonight, I painted it up. It's of a terribly painful and funny moment from my life that I will not explain. I used to make 2 or 3 of these kind of paintings a week when I was in college to get all of the crap out of my head. I'd bring them in for my one class, in which we worked independently then brought in work for the group to critique. Everyone would hang their work, say a bunch of things about the significance and inspiration of their work. I would hang it and just say if it was finished or still in progress, my favorite thing was to listen to the interpretations people would give. Most of the time they were way more interesting that the actual meaning. I miss that class. When I open up an art center, I will have a class just like that. But for now, I'll just say this piece is finished.
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I love it! I'm very curious about what the story behind it is. Well let me know when you open up your Art class. I would take a trip down to where your at =P sounds interesting! I've always wanted to take an Art class.
Anywho thanks again :] and thanks for the search ^_~
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