Is it you just your paranoia speaking or is that little voice trying to tell you something? One of my favorite
One summer on a college break, I was living at my childhood home in Northern New Jersey, I took classes in New York City at the School of Visual Arts. Since I did not commit to being an art major after my 1st year in college, this meant I had a lot of catching up to do. What most non art majors don’t know is that majoring in art means a lot of classroom hours.
To “catch up” I doubled up on SVA printmaking classes, taking several classes with the same teacher. I think part of Al’s (my teacher’s name) job was to weird out little suburbanites like me, in other words, he was an odd man.
One thing I heard him say more than once was to listen to the little voices in your body. The example he gave was if you go in a deli