After only 8 hours of Life Drawing in my life, this happens, on two hours sleep, and in a class I wasn’t supposed to be in.

Best. Class. Ever.

There is no teaching, only philosophy. There is no technique, only thoughts. Nobody talks about drawing like Angelo DiCinto. Yes, the other students think I have fallen in love, and yes, that might be true, but I feel like I’ve been waiting 21 years for somebody to say “So, here’s what drawing is all about”. Angelo does that for me. Every time he opens his mouth, I feel a little more enlightened. He hasn’t shown me how to hold charcoal and he hasn’t shown me what a line is or isn’t. He hasn’t drawn anything in front of us and he doesn’t ask us to copy.

If I ever need a life coach, I will be calling him.

By the way, after my last scheduled class, he invited me to continue joining the sessions, I’m not just a perverted invader; I’m also polite.