This is a pleasant enough little book that often serves as nothing so much as a reminder of how little art schools have to offer, despite themselves.
Whether rebelling against universities run like corporations, rehashing sex debates from the 1960s, or refusing to answer the book's simple request - provide the best art lesson you've been offered, or offered yourself - the hundred or so teachers featured in Draw It with Your Eyes Closed meet so many stereotypes adults associate with college students that the book is hard to enjoy, no matter the insights held in many of the lessons offered by teachers willing to follow the book's simple assignment.
This is not a book one would recommend to anyone considering paying for art school. As no one actually does this - either through grants, scholarships, sponsorship or student-loan default, no one uses his own money on a two-year art program - one might recommend this book to actual art-school students or graduates of such programs.
Coincidentally, the reader who may garner the most from this book, garner it in the form of relief, is the reader who did not attend art school. Better to have set to work directly on finger-painting, really, than chance upon a professor - like so many in this book - who does not believe in giving assignments or any other sort of direction because it might impede either himself as a teacher or his student as a student.
For that much is not lost on anyone who reads this entire book: Few of the professors are teachers, but all of their students are students; the artists, after all, are somewhere else, making art, while so much for-profit instruction happens at the academy.