Brought a large custom canvas to art yesterday that I found at a thrift store. I'm contemplating Monet's Water Lilies on it.
I was all excited to start on that when I walked in to class and noticed my two Georgia O'Keefe Black Iris paintings had something splattered all over them!
WTF?!
Seriously. It's not like my work was a masterpiece but it was MY work. And I don't want it trashed.
So I set them both up on my table easels, practically in tears, to attempt to fix them as best I could. The teacher wasn't as upset as I though she should have been. Basically she told me a story of a painting of some one's that she inadvertently messed up and then proceeded to tell me that it's not a great room to have art around (even though she puts every one's paintings around the class). WTF, again?! The room is shared with the ceramics people. The teacher thinks it was the person who mops the floors.
Whatever.
I just said that I won't be keeping my art out in that room any longer. Which kind of sucks. I was enjoying having my art out and having my friend who takes the ceramics class attempt to guess which one was mine.
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