There Are No Rules
I am trying to live that.
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When I was in 6th grade I had an Art teacher whose name was Mr Shadrin. It was the 1st time in my school career that I failed Art repeatedly. Since this was in 1972 or so...no one really became concerned that I was failing my favorite subject. It was Art after all, not important. Not that Mr Shadrin was a bad teacher, I just didn't understand what was happening. His field really was Media Art and I did not grasp it at all. He wanted us to think abstract.. I couldn't. Affixing feathers to microscope slides to put under a projector was not the way I felt Art was. I am pretty sure (in retrospect) that Mr. Shadrin was enjoying his share of after school LSD and Marijuana when he thought up the projects for us. At the time, I just thought there was something wrong with him. I try to think abstract.. it is still very hard. When I placed feathers between microscope slides I could not help but think of Mr Shadrin and his strange mind, although at this point in life it does not seem...
Beautiful!
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