Just in case you need ideas.
When I was 15, my parents drove me once a week to the local university to take life drawing with the late Selma Waldman.
A short history of all the artists in my family that I can remember.
Once upon a time I moved to Arkansas.
This career may not be suitable for everyone.
A yearlong moratorium might be in order.
It has the smell of a washed-out shell.
(These just happen to be written by women.)
Authentic social life has been replaced with its representation.
They say that painting is dead, but people continue to paint.
What the hell was ever wrong with me anyway?
I made 55 hazardous waste cookies for a children’s film festival.