whispered conversations

now i have to figure out what i am going to paint. i'm supposed to pick one of my photos that i like a lot and use it to come up with a composition, making four quick sketches to come up with the most impactful composition. also, think about the colors i want to use. maybe do a collage of colors i like using magazines or whatever. then get to work on starting the painting.
i left class early today because i felt pressured like, i have to think-- i don't know yet what i want to paint. so i have class at ten tomorrow and should be ready to start painting. i think i'll bring my portable easel tomorrow. the eve. class is one night a week for 3 hours.

i keep eavesdropping on people's conversations about the boy. i walked home from class and the streets were cold and dark. i walked by the elementary school and the abandoned church across the street. there's some sort of groundskeeper who has a shack out there behind that church. he's intriguing in a freaky sort of way. there was a light on and i could see inside his window. odd things hanging from the ceiling?