Could have been better; could have been worse.
Persephone’s Performance, Delilah Des Anges
When I was 11 my mother, my headteacher, and the local educational authority ganged up on me and made me go to Art Therapy every Thursday afternoon, which was awkward in bus terms but good in the sense that it got me out of PE pretty consistently. Most of what I discovered there was that you can make 200 clay mice and people won't question you on it, but if you turn every single thing you're given in the Clay Game into a jellyfish people will get unnecessarily curious.
There is however the undeniable fact that concentrating on art makes it hard to concentrate on things which are bothering you, like "everything else in the entire world ever".
