The classroom at that community college was something out of a film or something that you could imagine an art class would be. Easels and their quiet young adult and middle age students scattered round all facing the center where the instructor was on a short platform rise. Eventually after some weeks we would have a nude model. And the very strange thing is that I cannot remember many specifics about the nude model, and nothing about the drawing that I made of the nude model, except that I’m sure I wasn’t satisfied. And frustrated thereafter that I didn’t have...

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