Whenever I go to life drawing, I feel like an impostor. I never went to art school, so I don’t have the proper training they have. Part of me always feels like I shouldn’t really be there. But today, I go along anyway. I ride my bike into town to an art space next to a Korean karaoke restaurant at the end of a laneway.
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