Unrelated to the Other Posts

This afternoon I went to the campus art studio to work on my final painting since there are no classes there on Thursdays. I set up my supplies, turned on my iPod, and started pulling together my paintings from the semester so that they could be graded.

There are two other painters in the studio. One is seated in front of her painting, nothing unusual about her appearance. The other, a guy, is shirtless.

I suppose that if you're a guy, painting without a shirt could be more comfortable, and one wouldn't have to worry about paint splatters on a favorite t-shirt. But who wants to spend time scrubbing paint off their arms and/or chest? It's enough of a chore to wash off it off your hands, and sometimes you still miss a spot and look like you have a knuckle bruise or paper cut.

Who knows. Maybe it's just a guy thing.