Finally the final post of the final english of the final year

We're reaching the end of the semester, so, maybe, it's a good time to give kind of a reflection of it. In painting I did not paint, and that's either good or bad, it just is; what I actually did in the class was work with paper and different stuffs to make collages (some really good collages to be sincerely modest), and that's kind of good, because I "learned" something new (I'm not really sure if lear is the right word, my teachers did not teach me how to make collages but I learned by my own) and also kind of bad 'cause I did not practice painting. In the textile class I weave a REALLY BIG tapestry, it's size is 30x40cm (that's really big for me :c) and is a reproduction of an image I made mixing the "Game of Thrones" visuality and a picture of my granny. Gorgeous (modestly talking again), but I also made a tapestry the last year when I was in textile (yes, I took the same class twice, and I'm planning to do it again) so my "learnings" did not grow, but this year a different teacher took the class, giving us a  brand new perspective of tapestry and textile in general.

To sum up, I'm not painting, instead I'm "collaging" and I keep weaving, like a granny. A tall, tattooed, lazy and really cool granny. Good is being too optimistic, bad is too pessimistic; I'm just gonna say Miau.