angel brody

art class. we are using ink today. i've not had much to do with it previously, and i feel i will not following this class either; i hate it.
it doesn't do anything for me, it's boring, it's frustrating. i wish i had a pencil in my hand right now.
we are finishing up now, most fortunately. i'm cleaning the brushes and... wow. the stroke i accidentally made on that wet paper - so clean, so smooth, so much character... i'm adding a few more purposeful ones now... there's a sad angel in the paper, i'm trying to release him. my friend brody strolls in. he thinks the angel look like himself. brody is released by the ink.
i love ink.