One of the previous post's comments reminded me of a story from when I was going to
college.
It was mid semester and I was up to my elbows in art supplies. While, as a class, we used all sorts of medias of art, my favorite was sketching with a tablet and a regular old pencil.
I carried a sketch book nearly everywhere I went. From relaxing at home, to sitting in my yard, to going for walks late at night to walks early in the morning...my sketch book went where I went.
My art professor made plans with a few of us students to go to the Art Museum for the day...to talk about pieces, our interpretations, likes, dislikes...basically just to soak up as much creative air as we could.
I sat in the common lounge/study area that was centrally located on campus waiting for a few other students and my professor to arrive before we headed out collectively in a couple vehicles.
And naturally, to help the time pass, I took out my sketch book started drawing what was on my mind.
Fruit.
Large pieces of fruit.
So that's what I drew. A pear, an apple, grapes, an orange...
Closed up my sketch book as my professor arrived and we all headed out to the Art Museum.
As we arrived on the second floor...there in front of us was a display of blown glass.
A large, blown glass display of...well, large fruit.
My sketch matched the display nearly exactly right down to the types and order of fruit.
My professor was a bit shocked as he looked at the sketch and then at the display and then back to my sketch and then back to the display...
I can't explain it.
How weird is that?
