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This is agent Chemobrain reporting from The Comfy Chair.
It has come to my attention that this is the penultimate treatment.
I am wearing a nice shirt.

My focus and memory have been compromised.
The studio is idle.
Doctor whats-his-name says it will get better.

Tomorrow I teach a painting class at the
Ashland Arts Center. It is a "drop in" class, ages 13-adult, and all skill levels are welcome. The sheer improvisational demands of this structure are challenging to said Chemobrain, but the liberation of not needing to grade student's struggles, makes up for everything.

The first class I assumed that nobody knew anything. Color wheels and apples were covered. It quickly became evident that the students were more advanced and had taken classes from just about everybody else in the valley. The next class we dabbled with more abstract puddling, spattering, and esoteric talk. Tomorrow I'm thinking of bringing my
Color-aid set and gettin' all
Josef Albers on them.

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