in class around 10:15... we've been intensely drawing for hours...
listening to ben gibbard while transitioning from dry to wet media.
everyone singing along while we work on our own pieces...
a gentle chorus in the big echo-y white room...
lost in our own hands and paper.
i look up and the model is tapping her toe and snapping the fingers behind her back to the song...
it was so adorable.
all of us singing along to death cab and the model enjoying it too...
just this unity of middle aged art loving free people...
and young people with their music.
all just enjoying each others company and the filling of that room with dear sweet love.
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