Today was the first real day of figure painting. Hang on to your hats boys and girls, we're going for a RIDE! Two and a half hours went by like 15 minutes. Regretfully, I didn't think to snap a shot of my painting. If I get back up to the school this weekend I will take a picture of it and post. (I will only be posting the clothed models.)
A little less than a week ago, I decided to go on a journey. This is a journey that only I can go on and I have to go alone. I expect this experience will change me. I don't know how; I can't anticipate that. I do hope however, that by seeking wisdom it will help me see myself in a truer light. The journey: to take every journal I have ever kept, and read them. So far, my fourteen year-old self is teaching me not to trivialize the things that are important to the youth today. I could scoff at those concerns I had so long ago, and sadly I must admit if I were reading someone else's account, I probably would have. But it was as if I was there again, in fourteen year-old skin wearing a fourteen year-old's ugly velcro shoes. I went walking in those shoes to visit friends I thought I couldn't live without then, and yet haven't thought of in years. Of course, I am not that same young girl, but we are all made up of our past experiences.
What have I kept? What have I let go? What have I sold? Was the price right?