Jane VanCantfort
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When I was young and stupid, I posed nude. It was for ART you see. I posed for life drawing classes at the C*****n School of Art. I loved the environment; the smell of paint and turpentine and charcoal, all the students with paint on their hands, the high windows that let in perfect light. The school was in a beautiful old building in Washington, D.C. on the Ellipse. I felt so fulfilled walking into work there, into the creative world of a select few, so far from my small dairy-farming town.
By Jane VanCantfort5 years ago in Humans
Providence
Providence We were holed up in a trailer on a hillock of mud and pine needles that winter, surrounded by piles of black trash bags, a broken picnic table, an abandoned refrigerator, and at least nine children’s bicycles in various states of brokenness. We’d both been laid off from our jobs in town and spent the days playing cards and watching the same few DVDs. Our unemployment had run out, and we were still waiting for our food stamps.
By Jane VanCantfort5 years ago in Criminal
