What is the relationship between Melinda and Art?
Welcome to Art.
Mr. Freeman is ugly.
Big old grasshopper body.
Nose like a credit card sink between his eyes.
You will sculpt it.
You will sketch it, papier-mâché it, carve it.
I learned how to draw a tree in second grade.
I have been painting watercolors of trees that have been hit by lighting.
I wish Mr. Freeman would put a tree in his masterpiece.
A strong old oak tree with a wide scarred trunk and thousands of leaves reaching to the sun.
There's a tree in front of my house just like it.
I can feel the wind blow and hear the mockingbird whistling on the way back to her nest.
Blow on our fingers to warm them up and sculpt or draw or paint or sketch.
In my case, carve.
My last tree looked like it had died from fungal infection.
The cold makes the linoleum stiffer than usual.
