Art class is in a building on the pier. When resting my eyes from the canvas I can look out and see boats bobbing in the water. Tourists wander among the buskers, whose music faintly reaches us inside the studio. I take a moment to remember that my frequent protests that I’m not spoiled are simply not true.
The studios take up space in the old torpedo factory – which ceased activity after World War II ended. While it’s not literally a case of swords into plowshares, to me it is close enough for joy. Artistic creation where the tools of destruction and defense were once built. Things do evolve. Awful things are happening today, but we’ll get through them and figure them out too. I hope that many more places that today support war will someday be obsolete.