07 Art-i-tude

Art-i-tude "Oops, we better not be late for class," said Chloe. They raced across campus to the art building. Judy followed Chloe down a long hall lined with colorful lockers. They passed a pottery class where people were spinning clay on wheels, a sculpture class where students were making buildings out of bubble wrap, and a... naked lady class! Judy squeezed her eyes shut. "Please tell me we are NOT going to Naked Lady Class." Chloe almost spit out her coffee. "It's Life Drawing. To be an artist, you have to learn to draw real life." "When I draw Real Life, it is NOT going to be

bare-naked," said Judy. In painting class, Judy got to sit next to Chloe in a dark room and watch a slide show of paintings. There were paintings of bones and giant sunflowers and swirly-twirly night skies. Even soup cans. There were paintings of cut- paper leaves and moons and paintings that looked like spilled cans of paint, even though the teacher (that everybody had to call professor) said it was a masterpiece. There were black-and-white paintings of birds that hurt your eyes if you stared at them too much. "These paintings are psycho!" Judy said, cracking herself up. Chloe put her finger to her lips. "In third grade, you're not allowed to talk when the teacher is talking either," Judy

whispered. "Same-same!" The teacher, Mr. Professor-Who-Likes-Psycho-Paintings, was yakking on forever about shadows in every picture. Shadows this and shadows that. Shadows here and shadows there. Shadows seemed to be very-way-important in art. When the slide show and the yakking were over, everybody got to make paintings of their own. (Finally!) Judy got to stand next to Chloe at a tall table and make a big giant mess. At college, it did not matter if paper scraps got all over the table. At college, it did not matter if paint dripped all

over the floor. And at college, it did not matter how many supplies you used, even a whole entire bottle of sparkly-blue glitter glue. Chloe said worrying about rules was old skool. Chloe said art is life and life is messy, so art should be messy. At college, all that mattered was that you (1) use your imagination (which Judy had loads and loads of) and (2) be yourself. Who else would she, Judy Moody, be? Judy was so busy using her imagination and being herself that she made seven artworks in no time, including a monster Venus flytrap, a self-portrait cut into cubes, and a bad-mood painting that looked a little like the spilled-canof-paint-guy's masterpiece with a dollop of Judy Moody thrown in.

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Chloe was painting a bowl of cherries sitting on a chair. "Are you still working on the same painting?" Judy asked. "It takes a long time to paint a still life," said Chloe. "Yeah, but you might want to try finishing it while you are still in this life. It's only cherries." Judy turned her head sideways. "Or is it goldfish?" "Thanks a lot," said Chloe. "You should put some polka dots in the background," said Judy. "And it needs a cat or something." Chloe said she liked Judy's ideas, but Judy did not see her painting any polka dots. Or cats. Just the same old cherries-not-goldfish bowl.