By someone else, not myself! although I was halfway good with charcoal, which is much more forgiving.
The one and only piece of which I'm still proud was a still life that got slammed by the art teacher because it was too 'irregular' as she put it. The woman didn't belong anywhere near budding artists. Anyway, she plopped some kitchenware on a display table and told us to interpret it how we wished. Unfortunately I took her at her word.
My modest offering turned out to be a late-night street scene lit by a single lamp post. Against it cowered a little stove-top coffee percolator surrounded by much larger, threatening kitchen appliances and gadgets, some in full view, others looming ominously in the shadows. A breadbox blocked the little coffee pot's only avenue of escape. It was plain that mayhem was about to break out.
The 'teacher' supposedly hated it so much, she confiscated it and claimed she would use it to illustrate bad attitude to future classes. I always thought maybe she removed my name, substituted her own, and sold it somewhere.
Bet she got $5 for it!
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