Last Friday.

 

 

 

 

Last Friday was the first day I felt like this is where I needed to be.

 

I went to my Drawing class as usual. I forced myself out of bed and walked over to the art building. I set my supplies down and sat in my metal stool. I wasn't very excited for class, if I'm honest. I was tired and just wanted to crawl back in bed. My professor walked in, greeted us, then said we weren't going to be drawing boxes anymore. (We've been drawing boxes for two weeks and were all so sick of it.) We were told to grab our things and find a place outside to sit and draw whatever was in front of us. We haven't really had any artistic freedom in Drawing so far, we've been doing a lot of practices and basic skill drawings. I was pretty excited and walked outside with my class. I walked down some concrete stairs and found a metal table and chairs. I sat down and began drawing.

 

Two hours. Two hours I sat at the little metal table and drew. I don't think I've ever been as focused on a drawing as I was on the one above. Despite all the people that walked by, I stayed focused on my subject. I had this overwhelming feeling that this is where I needed to be. I felt at home. The time flew by, it didn't even feel like two hours. My professor looked up and gave me a five minute warning, I was like, "what?" It felt like I had only been sitting there for five minutes.

 

All in all, I just felt so peaceful. The picture above is where I sat for two hours. There are days here that I feel like I don't belong, but I'm trying to hold to that Friday. This is where I need to be at this time in my life.