I think I impressed Mr. Freeman. He really seemed to like my self-portrait and my man-machine painting ("You did this freshmen year? It's very mature for a first year") (but I don't see whatever it is that everyone else sees in that piece; I hated it) and was further elated to see the quick sketch of Christine I did (which I literally had down in about 15 minutes in three colors of markers). He recommended a career in portraiture given all the faces and people I painted (which I had previously looked into, and it does seem very appealing) and was looking forward to my application next year. Yay.
'Course, sis completely blew him out of the water with her hyper-realistic paintings, specifically her friggin' exercises for the self-portrait assignment. Looks like the sibling competition has started again.
Quite some interesting news: he remembered my birthday. There's hope for him yet.
And the sketchbook assignment has been pushed back to tomorrow, so I have plenty of time tonight to work on it (I feel asleep after two hours of heavy small-detailing).
Yeppers.
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