So here we are, in at the deep end like always. I had my first class today. It's called Visual Poetry, and it is all about dwelling in our imaginations and responding to different stimuli, especially poetry, words, phrases. Our teacher is a working artist who collaborates in transatlantic projects and explores the contrast implicit in her English-Maltese roots. We had ten class members today, although several may yet turn up. It was quite challenging. We were working with a whole new technique, layering up drawings by using different ways of tracing. I will share when I've finished my piece, next week.
Tomorrow morning is drawing. I am worried about it, but working on staying chilled.
Saturday we have the first Foundation day. We will have to present our projects. But beyond that I don't know what to expect. Big stuff in baby steps.