I keep having dreams about shrooms. I DONT KNOW WHY.
It's been so long since I said I would write about this that I have basically forgotten what I wanted to write. Hmmm...
I'll write what I remember.
Mr. Hill emailed me the other night. I think it was past midnight and it was quite unexpected. We email him every so often. I normally ask how TES is going and how the art classes are and if the new students are cool and whether he's been good. He doesn't usually reply straight away, it probably takes him like a month to reply .. I kind of don't expect to receive mail from him... so it's nice surprise when I do!
That night he sent me a whole bunch of photographs of his most recent paintings. He asked me to critique them and "be honest". Hahaha. It reminds me of this one time Sarah and I visited the art room and he showed us his two new paintings. I pointed at one and asked, "what's it about?" and he replied, "death."
I really do miss the days in the art room. Feeling so nervous whenever anyone would come up the stairs to see my work.... Thinking, "Ahh it's not done yet." and thinking, "is it ever finished?"
I need to paint more.
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