How's the art class going, you ask?

Third art class was earlier today, and I know it's silly to write about every. single.class. I. go. to. But no, it's important, for me anyway, because art for me is terrifying, this is equivalent of somebody playing with a giant python and doing that on a weekly basis. Okay not giant python exactly, because that's actually dancing or sporting activities, but something similar. Maybe a large slimy earthworm that won't stop wriggling aggressively at all, and you feel bad for it, and also for yourself, because what the hell are you doing torturing that poor earthworm.

Here's the gist of it: my learning may be slow, but it's certain. There is no doubt, not a shred, that against all odds, that I'm learning. Not as fast as other students are, and it takes a couple of (metaphorical) hits on the head to go duhhh and figure something out, but every lessons I've learned something new. First lesson was the thickness/thinness of  lines and using basic shapes to quickly sketch one's surroundings, second was on proportions and intro to shading, and this class was on perspective and proper shading. And boyy did I shade! Turns out I'm a fearful shader, that I'll avoid shading confidently because I'm afraid of what I'm doing. And my perspective is all wrong. The instructor corrected those on multiple occasions during the class, the hope is the learnings stay with me.

I'm excited, will very likely take the next art class the following semester.