The home stretch.

Stick figures.

Yes. I redid my complex series of portraits.

My final art project was bathroom signs.

I had them standing on their heads, doing cartwheels, the splits -- then the male and female figures traded places in each other's signs.

At 11:30 at night, after hours upon hours of working out the concept, carefully selecting the shell game of colours, two hours of actual painting per sign, I realised:

I'm painting stick figures. For my final project, the one where you're supposed to show off all you've learned in ART 205. Stick. Figures.

I laughed my head off.

But the truth was that to project the concept of the difference between men and women is simply the visual cues, surface details, I had to strip all but the subject matter - those visual cues.

I love them.

When I laid them out, worried as hell, I saw my teacher's eyes light up.

"That's different," he said.

He told me that art isn't about the complexity of the image, but how effectively and appropriately you use the basic elements of line, color, composition, texture. He said that my reworked final project was much more effective than what I had originally.

I got my final grade in this class.
I won't brag. All I'll do is grin from ear to ear.
Yeah. I did good. *Whew.*

( Whining )