Wrote my name in neat little block letters on the professor’s attendance sheet — making it look like I belonged there — like it was meant to be. Just wanted something different — an escape from poly-sci and econ. Plus — I really liked the smell of turpentine. The whole art department reeked of it. And I loved it.
Second semester — sophomore year — I followed some paint splashed, costumey-looking students into a very large, open studio. It was freezing in there — never could figure that out. But it had huge floor to ceiling windows — that let in the most exquisite natural light. I had to stay.
When the professor sat next to me — pointing to the DIY name on his list — I started gathering my things.
Stay, the professor said. Nice name. Stay.
I was the only one oddly giggling — when this guy and girl — I called them Adam and Eve — started taking off their clothes — the girl kept her socks on — always.
Draw what you see, the professor said.
By the end of the semester — I had quite a collection of very highly detailed, anatomically correct renderings of mostly apples and carrots.