Characteristically of late, I was so disorganised I nearly missed my first class. A quick dash home to change and grab materials left me harrassed, hot and bothered. I barged in to a full meeting, inadvertantly knocking into people with my rucksack and eventually collapsed into a chair, trying to stifle my heavy breathing from rushing up the stairs. But all was well , it was a new speaker this year but a recycled script allowed me to realise, I hadn't missed anything important.
My first class of the year is called Aspects of Painting. Again, my organisation skills ensured that I only packed oilbar, charcoal and pastels !! I had a useful discussion with the tutor about how the class will fit into the module i'm doing. I'd brought old sketchbooks to show some of the work I might like to develop but was aware that I was so unsure about the subject matter that the tutor said I should start afresh. Ah well, so much for trying to prepare a little.
I worked on a still life in oilbar but felt distinctly like I was back in term 1, year 1. Still, it was good to get back and nice to meet new people.
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