I had forgotten how much fun using a pencil could be. Our teacher was a sweet, soft spoken woman from France who was supportive of each person's techniques and different levels of advancement. She brought her daughter's toys for us to sketch, lots of spheres and fanciful shapes.
It was nice to focus on laying down a quick impression, not belaboring a piece, keeping it a transitory experience. Our teacher thought I must be an art student, so that was a major compliment. It was a very good day, and then the SF Giants won the playoffs, so it was even better. My Charles and I went to bed exhausted from this week of much work, but happy. When he got up at 1:00 this morning and checked the door in my office, that mood quickly changed, but I'll leave it for another post.