As the years separating now from high school grow in number, it has become easier to keep a very selective memory of that time. Namely involving two good things: having access to the photo lab and access to the pottery studio, where I came to learn at least the basic skills of how to work the tools and equipment and was able to produce many miscellaneous projects that pretty much kept me from going insane in that confused, brutal, hormone-driven atmosphere. A time I can almost say I miss (but only if I stick to that tiny selection of memory), when instead of computers and toaster ovens there were darkrooms and kilns.
This disentombment is from pottery class. I’m not quite sure what I was going for at the time, but it ended up a grinning corpse. Heh, heh.
-Art Fiend
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The Crow, rendered in charcoal.
-Lyzard
