Art Class

I remember being in some kind of art class with a grumpy male professor. I knew he was a good professor, but I think my chaotic lack of discipline annoyed him.. unfortunately, that has been my true to life character in school as long as I can remember. I perform quite well but am not adept at conforming.

Luckily his cirriculum allowed each of the students was focusing on their own subject, the one I chose was a study of painting oriental clouds, which I was very pleased with as, I love their realistic as well as symbolic representations.

He seemed satisfied with my choice but seemed to doubt my discipline. Which I understood.

Sorry, professor! I’ll do my best! I’m easily distracted. Your class is filled with interesting people!

Time to paint some clouds I guess!

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