"Ok class. Wonderful work today, I think we're all happy with the results. Now for next week, I'm taking a new direction. We've all known each other for some time, and we've grown more comfortable with each other. So what I'd like you to do is to split into groups, and work together. The theme is going to be 'Naked', it's up to you which direction you want to take this but don't be afraid to explore new areas and push your limits. As I've already said a million times, pushing our boundaries is what makes art so raw! So yeah, have a great weekend, and I'll see you again on Friday."
I'd been going to art classes for almost a year now, it's my way of escaping reality. When I paint, I only focus on what I'm seeing, and I forgot about the rest of the world. I've also made quite a few friends here, most of us are in our late 20s or early 30s, and we all love to get together after class for a glass of wine.
"Hey, Amy! I love your painting you've really outdone yourself, wow!"
"Yeah Ams, that looks great!"
"Oh thank you, guys. Nature is one of my favourite things to paint so there always that little bit of extra love in it" I said with a smile.
"Yeah, it shows. Hey listen, Katrina and I wanted to see if you'd like to work with us for next week's project."
"Sure, why not, I'm all in for it. How's Wednesday looking for you? I'm free all day after 2."
"Works for us too, we get off work early on Wednesdays, and we might even tell Max to join us too."
"Great I'll see you on Wednesday then, shall I come to your place?"
"Yes, let's do that! See you, Amy, take care."
"See you guys."
John and Katrina are probably the coolest couple that I know, they've been together for 6 years, but they talk to each other as if they just met a few weeks ago. They're always admiring each other's work and butts, with the occasional slap when we're out. Max, on the other hand, isn't really my most favourite guy in the world, I think he's a bit cocky.
He works at a bank, and he's always coming up with some bullshit excuse as to why he needed a bit more time to perfect his art. He should just admit that art isn't his thing and move on. But he's good friends with John and Katrina, so for the sake of this project, I'll just let it be.
I was hoping that we'd go out for drinks after we're done painting, so I wore a cute black dress, thigh high stockings and my boots. I even matched my underwear cause my OCD makes me match undies when I wear my stockings.
When I got to their apartment, they had already set up a space in their living room. They put up the canvases and laid out some paint and drawing supplies too.
"Well, look who finally made it. Why are you all dolled up? I thought we're painting today."
"Ugh Shut up Max, for once you're not the one who's dressed up. Besides I thought we could go out after we're done and get a couple of drinks like the alcoholics, we all are". I winked at him, knowing well enough that it would rile him up.