I've found it.
Finally.
When my art teacher forced me, a rebellious and stupid teenager, to do this, I was angry and absolutely unenthusiastic.
I wanted to develop my own style, not to copy others.
I HATED this unit.
He put a guitar, two glasses, a bottle of wine and some sheets in the middle of a table, bored the pants off us with an endless monologue about the theory and history of Cubism and finished with: "Now it's your turn!"
Today I know that it was a good thing. I learned a lot and maybe it influenced me a bit too.
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