An overload of pictures, which is unusual, I know... but the Boston museum of fine arts was amaaazing and I must share. I don't know if I've mentioned that I'm taking an art class this semester. I know I talked about ballet. I was freakishly excited about it – still am. Well, I'm taking Drawing too, and along with ballet, it's my favorite class this semester. I've been drawing and painting loads on my free time. During fall break, I spent hours and hours with my watercolors (Detective Goren kept me company). I spent all day and all night painting – it was the most relaxing fall break ever.
My grandfather draws, and I still remember when I was little we would draw together. But when I was little, I drew two things: dogs, and my best friend Hatley. When I was twelve, I decided I wanted to be a fashion designer and I made a million designs. Some aren't actually terrible. But I grew out of that dream, like most teenagers would. I drew from time to time, but not often. I discovered some ink in my closet while I was taking last semester off, and experimented with that. I drew Twiggy – it was fun. And now I'm back at it. I've spent more time painting than I have playing guitar. The truth is I'm working on the artwork for the album. It makes me feel like the album is in the process of being made.
Going to the museum was so inspiring. I felt like I could appreciate paintings where I usually would have gone "eh" and walked on ahead searching for anything that looks like Art Nouveau or Renoir. I still don't enjoy Picasso, and I still don't get contemporary art (Tate Modern in London was a whole lot of "What in the world?") but I still stopped and stared. I took loads of pictures to keep me inspired. Here are some...