Art Class Quotes

“I don’t know what I saw. It could’ve been a hallucination. You get those from sniffing glue.”

“You’ve never sniffed glue!”

“I’ve smelled glue,” Jamie said after a pause. “In art class.”
― Sarah Rees Brennan, The Demon's Lexicon

“Before long a student at the art class was to initiate me into the mysteries of drink, cigarettes, prostitutes, pawnshops and left-wing thought. A strange combination, but it actually happened that way.”
― Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

“I think you're going to like these," she said, placing the stack on the table. "The whole class spent Monday and Tuesday painting them up."
Raymond and Sean lifted up the top poster and stared.
ARSE PRESENTS
SUPER HALLOWEEN PARTY
FOOD, DRINKS, GREAT MUSIC
HALLOWEEN TRAMPOLINE COSTUME CONTEST
FOR THE MYSTERY PRIZE
DON'T MISS IT!

She smiled proudly. "What do you think?"
"Nice," said Sean, wondering why Raymond had suddenly gone so silent and so pale.
Finally Raymond found his voice. "But Ashly, why does it say" —he pointed to the top line— "that?"
"That? That's us. Our initials—Ashly, Raymond, Sean, and Eckerman—I couldn't remember his first name."
"I get it," said Sean.
Raymond was positively white. "The other kids who worked on them—they didn't—say anything about the posters? The wording maybe?"
"The whole class really liked them," said Ashley. "I think everyone's favorite part was the initials thing. They thought it was clever."
Raymond looked up at the ceiling. "Oh, it was.”
― Gordon Korman, A Semester in the Life of a Garbage Bag

“She would be asked to climb a low wooden platform in the hall and hold an expression for a class. Students would shuffle their gaze quickly, back and forth from her to their easels to get the details. She felt hugely self conscious to begin with, with two dozen eager eyes gazing at her, taking in her every detail, warts and all, her cheeks flushed and her folded leg trembling involuntarily. She would make an extra effort to cover her front teeth by pulling the lower lip over them. This and her self consciousness would tire her. But a few sessions down and she became used to the attention. And then, also she had also never known such leisure. This sitting idle had its benefits. She realised she would find solution to many a pending question. She would make little budgeting of her savings in her head. Her mind would move from matters of the canteen to Pali’s problem. At times she would so overcome with wretchedness that she would have to deliberately snap out of her thoughts and begin to inaudibly recite the mool mantar. However, all in all, she began to look forward to this. Like zero hour. At the end of what was a fortnight or twenty days of sitting, she was overwhelmed, looking at a studio full of her portraits.”
― Sakoon Singh, In The Land of The Lovers

“like a person who musts up the courage to take part in a tomahawk throwing competition only for their shoulder to lock into place, straining a vein and looking like you’re posing for a portrait that would probably look even more badass if you had signed up to be the nude model in an art class which takes a lot of courage unless you’re already vain.”
― J.S. Mason, The Satyrist...And Other Scintillating Treats

“I thought you seemed a lot nicer lately. Dick will do that. Thank god, too, because you’re usually one mood swing away from snapping my head off.”
― Ebony Brewer, Play the Part