The sketchbook I'm working in now looks really different from the sketchbooks of years past. My drawing teacher has encouraged us to play with media and different ideas, and so tonight I pasted down a paper bag from Trader Joe's and wrote a bit about what it's been like to leave a full-time job and return to the scene of the crime known as college.
Anyway, you can see for yourself what it looks like. I've posted two pics because I wanted to demonstrate how the woman comes out of the envelope (er, paper bag) attached to the page. And perhaps there's a really dedicated person there who wants to actually try to read the whole page. (Don't worry - there won't be a quiz.)
If you DON'T want to read the whole page, the gist is this: When people said it seemed brave to go back to college at my advanced age (they never included that phrase, but it was sort of implied), I pooh-poohed the whole thing. I felt privileged, not brave.
Now I feel a little bit of both, frankly. Privileged and brave, with a smattering of scared and overwhelmed and inspired (as you can see here) and excited.
Oh, and old. Sometimes very old.
But sometimes not.
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