CLASSES

I really enjoy that once a month going to a class. It's a sort of class and yet it's not. It's disciplined and yet it's not. But I come away feeling that I have achieved and that I have improved in one small way. What I love is meeting with new and old people who love to draw. I have never really been in that situation before. When I was at school, I loved art and people did art classes. But there wasn't the same feeling there. I never shared my love of art with anyoneI guess when you are immature and in that teacher/student mode- you are not free to express yourself and you are there to do what the teacher tells you. You look at other students' work as "that is REALLY bad/ REALLY good" but you know that the talent you have is only luck at the time as we are just kids and are just evolving. There is no one there to really encourage you on , and at the same time you are also trying to do well in 5-6 other subjects, so art is just another subject in your busy school day. Art now is far more indulgent and enjoyable. I am older now than a lot of the artists were when they died. And they were famous. Heck! The Archibald prize winners are often nearly half my age. WHAT HAVE I DONE WITH MY ART LIFE? I feel like I wasted so many years. So many years spent NOT DOING ART. Well, that's why I am here doing what I want to do (It does feel selfish and indulgent) but I kind of feel that it is also WHAT I WAS MEANT TO DO. So here I am. Take me, Art!