Mrs Davis aka megabitch
She was my art teacher, and Bod only knows how I kept a passion for art and design after having her as an art teacher.

So I'm 10 years old, and today in art class kiddies, we'll be doing clay modelling. Sweet. Megabitch tells the class to take some clay, and that we'll be modelling people. To start with, we should model a cylinder shape for the body.

Arseholes to that, I have a spattering of ability, I can bypass the basics and get down to the fun stuff. So I decide I'm going to model Hulk Hogan (gimme a break, I was only 10). It's going well, and, even if I do say so myself, was looking quite splendiferous. Everyone on my table thought it was most excellent.

Along comes megabitch, picks up my work of art and squashes it into a lump. "Now make a cylinder shape for the body like I told you to"

Fuck you Megabitch, and the 3-headed horse you rode in on. It's no wonder you were divorced 4 times.
( Damocles wants no part of your debauchery, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 18:30, 3 replies)

This reminds me of year 2
When I was 5 or 6 I remember being in class and having to draw a picture of a house. I decided I wanted to draw a train instead. I took my picture to teacher (ironically I think called Miss Love) and proudly showed it to her. She barked "that doesn't look like a house now does it!?" and drew a big fat cross through it :(
(flying-fox, Fri 30 Apr 2010, 1:38, closed)

Maybe you should have said it was a transforming house
that could fold up and be a train, and then unfold and be a house again when it reached its destination.

Fuck, I want a trainhouse now.
( Bob Todd whee, Fri 30 Apr 2010, 10:11, closed)

takes the piss out of art
step-by-step learn to draw/paint/sculpt, prescription stylee

Whats the point?
(maggotriddendirtbox fast, feral and sharp as a tack since, Fri 30 Apr 2010, 11:23, closed)