The intermediate drawing instructor strolled into class late. Without saying a word, she walked across the studio, sat on a stool and looked over the roster. She took a deep breath and, continuing to stare down at the class list, she said, "I don't have a plan for today. So why don't you all go outside and draw." It was the first class session.Looking around outside, the campus landscape didn't offer much in the way of inspiration, with the exception of a bed of vibrant purple irises. After three hours meditating in drawing on one particular iris, I returned to the studio with the other students before the end of the session.
"Well, there's no time for a critique, so I'll see you next week." With that the instructor adjourned our first session and began walking toward the door. But before she could exit, a student asked, "Is there homework?" The instructor paused. "Yeah, draw."
