It looks like the tables are kindd of ready. Blank notebooks, equipment laid out in front of us, sharpened pencils (well, some of them). In a few minutes, this beautiful order will slowly disintegrate over the next 12 hours.
The participants settle in, test their markers (this one works, that one doesn’t), adjust their chairs three times (a must). The atmosphere is silent, almost suspicious.
And of course some arrive late, we’re in an art school after all.
Someone has surely already spilled their coffee somewhere on a table. Good start 👍.
Between vague ideas and decided plans, the blank page is going to suffer ✏️.