Today's trees at least sort of look like trees:


The really fun thing, though, was that after all the rain there was a mini-lake inside one of the trees, with pear blossom petals floating in it.
 

The promised disaster from yesterday's art class. I was already frustrated and emotional, and that carried over into studio time.
Points made by my art professor I'd do well to remember:

• My job is not accuracy, but believability, emotion, and movement.
• The struggle is an important part of the process.
• Sometimes you have to go outside and jump up and down and scream. "Sometimes it takes that much."

I did, after trying for the better part of 2 hours to ignore my frustration and keep trying, end up leaving the room for 10 minutes and having a quiet crying spell in the bathroom.  Unsurprisingly, when I went back to work, everything fell into place.