the reason why i had to leave the woods behind was that i'd enrolled in an art class. collage and mixed media. i don't know what i was thinking. every monday i have to sit in a small classroom with thirteen other people and try not to freak out. the correct reaction would be to be excited, that i know. but i'm just not. i'll use this opportunity to use as much of my stash of supplies as i can and also try and push that stuff to my classmates.
i don't know what it was that i expected. maybe that there would be more theory and structure and small excercises. it seemed to be more like 'do whatever'. i played with ink and a reed pen. the teacher was very supportive, of course. i don't know if i want that. that whole feedback thing. it didn't even occur to me that there would be any transaction between me and others. i'm that used to being alone all the time. i figured i'll attend, absorb knowledge and create, and that's it.
my head is on all wrong.
