Spring Semester
9 AM class on my last spring semester at SVA.
The more I sat and thought about it today, while drawing, the more it felt like the fall was skipped over, and this semester just appeared.
It felt like January, but it also felt like spring. Feeling time leaking through, pulling you into the future yet also dragging you into the past. I felt the morning sunshine warmly in the room and thought back to last year and the smell of oil paints in the morning. I could feel last spring semester, but the fall just seemed like it never happened.
