In
the second meeting of art class, our teacher passed out black squares of
construction paper and instructed us to cut them into pieces and to reassemble
them with various intentions: reassemble
as a square, destroy a square, reverse the design, or assemble “5 easy
pieces”. As I sat at the worktable
during class, I attempted a variety of shapes and arrangements that I thought
were expected of me, but I ultimately found myself shrugging off what I thought
I should do and instead simply halved the squares and resulting rectangles into
increasingly smaller quadrangles and using these as the bits of the
composition. Simple, logical, the
essence of “me”.
And so, within that first week of art class, I learned two important lessons: be patient, something will bubble to the surface, and trust what you know to be true for you.
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