It was my first time using soft pastels. I went straight into color blocks—figured that’s just how it works. The teacher hovered behind me for ages without saying anything. When he finally spoke, it was just: “No base layer?”
Right. That tracked. Maybe that’s why my hands felt off the entire time. I kept blowing pigment while drawing like that meant something.
My friend, sitting next to me, nearly choked. At one point he looked over and said he’d wipe my mouth with his shirt. Not as help. More like a sentence.
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