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Last night, I went to John Murray's still life class, feeling refreshed and ready to paint. But I didn't like the setup John was arranging for my corner of the studio. Red apples on yucky green fabrics--not my cup of tea. I looked back to see the above setup, of which I forgot to take a picture. Wow! I persuaded two classmates to move a bit to make space for me. John told us to wait for the night's lesson. I couldn't. I started painting right away.
By the time the teacher gave us the instructions (mass the apples in one color, then separate them into individual fruits), I was done blocking in my golden delicious. John shook his head, saying something about "nobody listens to me." Oops. I was unstoppable, putting down one color after another, without hesitation. He came around occasionally to help me modify small aspects of the setup to help the design. Other than that, he loved the painting; so did I. I was channeling Paul Cezanne, John's hero, for the first time in his class. I was fearless. The painting is not quite in my style, but who cares!