A page from my old sketch book I kept at art school. This is what happens when I'm forced to attend a hideously boring lecture and I've got a pen and paper in front of me.
My class had a guest teacher for a week, he was going to teach on the subject of art theory, and it was the most grueling week of the entire two year course. Eight hours long lectures every day for a week and instead of being inspired and feel the creativity run through our veins we thought: 'What the hell is he on about?' and wanted to die.
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