The witch hat? Oh, that's just a Thursday thing, where Maria goes to school. She is making it to the after school meetings for Robotics Club, and the lunch meetings for the Comic Club. She's finding her people, exploring, discovering, and navigating. It's fun to observe, to listen to her accounts of activities and the subjects that are becoming favorites, even the less favorite moments are shared in detail, with firm conviction of stance. Some things, of course, are not as expected, but she's catching on, and settling in. High school. She's got this.
The brush strokes are Stan's, our second teacher. He's masterful. I am not showing a particularly masterful example. I took the picture, because this was the paper where he wiped off paint. I would be happy to produce strokes like these from wiping off my brushes.
Yes, I am still in the humbled phase, and nothing I did in class compelled me to take a picture. I came home and passed out, until dinner, then decided to use what I learned, and once again apply it to my own little pieces.