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Holding my finished canvas in my hands I held my left hand in the space where I didn't tape hoping it won't peel away. I've currently been attending classes for about two weeks now. I've observed many different people since I've been going to this school.

It's been amazing to see a diverse urban community also. I was currently in my Painting I-IV class. My Professor was a man that looked like the black Albert Einstein. Hair and everything. His looks were distracting until he started his lessons then it's hard to focus on anything else.

He was brilliant and his art was beautiful. So despite his abnormal character, he was a well-respected man. Showing us many of his paintings, sculptures, and a virtual tour of his gallery. Shows why he's such a respected man.

You could tell he was very passionate about his job.

“And what inspired this painting? You named this painting “Patience” correct?”