So . . .

School started this week. I have two large classes again. Especially the figure drawing class. It was over the limit before it started. But at least everyone is eager to be there. And that counts for a lot with me.

In my figure drawing class yesterday somehow we started talking about how making art, being an artist, is an act of faith. On that thought, I told them my daughter, the night before, had asked me what was the difference between magical thinking and positive thinking. No one seemed to have an answer but several said they would go home and ponder the question. I then told them, by the way, my daughter is forty-four years old. They gasped: “Really!?” I said “No, not really. She is actually almost forty-five.” They had a hard time believing me, said I didn’t look over fifty. So I told them I am sixty-eight. Then it was: “REALLY!?! And I said “No, not really. I’m almost sixty-nine.”