I couldn’t quite hear the two students I was sat next to so, naturally, my mind began to wander. I noticed that one of them had amazing lips. I was having a bit of a think about lip-size/facial features, nationality, etc and my gaze fell on another student from the class, on the far side of the hall. Pissy-faced and all dirty-guts over something or another. I watched her storm over to the other side of the lecture theater and begin a very animated conversation with some people that I don’t know.
In the hall, between lectures is a great time to people-watch.
On these breaks between taking notes I find myself wanting to paint certain people. Sort of fleeting, I lose the urge when they are gone and forgotten, and a few hundred other faces replace theirs. But today it was the lady with the lovely lips and the dirty guts-scowler I wanted to paint. Immediately. In that precise atmosphere, the confinement and contrast.
