Marchutz is a little building on top of a hill. To get there, you climb a little path which is nearly always wet and covered in puddles. You get to the top with mud coated boots and a little short of breath which reminds you that you are out of shape and perhaps need to lay off the croissants.
(haha, you’re not going to stop eating the croissants though.)
In fact you have one in your bag for when you get hungry in class. And it’s such a long class too. Painting, drawing, seminar- whatever, all takes place in this building where the turpentine fumes are already seeping into your brain, making you feel like Alice in Wonderland. The talking caterpillar in the corner agrees.
Wait, that’s just the turpentine at work.
So far in this place, I have gotten a lot of drawing of a naked girl, a few paintings that I don’t want to claim as my own, a few that I probably will claim, and a crap ton of doodles in my notebook.
(haha, you’re not going to stop eating the croissants though.)
In fact you have one in your bag for when you get hungry in class. And it’s such a long class too. Painting, drawing, seminar- whatever, all takes place in this building where the turpentine fumes are already seeping into your brain, making you feel like Alice in Wonderland. The talking caterpillar in the corner agrees.
Wait, that’s just the turpentine at work.
So far in this place, I have gotten a lot of drawing of a naked girl, a few paintings that I don’t want to claim as my own, a few that I probably will claim, and a crap ton of doodles in my notebook.