Once upon a time, there was a remarkable woman by the name Ms. Pissarro who was a descendant of the legendary artist, Camille Pissarro. Apparently, all the impressionists were tight, and they used to attend each other’s classes. Imagine the squad goals back then!
Ms. Pissarro didn’t grow up in some boring suburb, no! She grew up in the land of tea and crumpets, London with her two siblings. She must have had a royal upbringing if you ask me.
Ms. Pissarro wasn’t just some regular artist, she had two undergraduate degrees in art. TWO. One from Hunter College and another from Manchester University in England. Damn, she must have had some strong art game!
Ms. Pissarro had some serious drive when she was younger. How else would she become a boss? She hosted figure drawing classes in her off-campus housing. Not only that, she would Google “nude models” and ask them to come. I mean, who even thinks to do that? Genius!
Ms. Pissarro lived with a bunch of guys back then. So, as you can imagine, she had to make sure they didn’t get any funny ideas during the nudity art sessions. After all, it was about ART, fellas. Take your minds out of the gutter!
All in all, Ms. Pissarro was not your average Jane. She had loads of talent, brains, and a wicked sense of humor. We can all take a page from her book and go out there and Google “nude models” if that’s what it takes to become a legend in our own right. Just kidding! Please don’t try that at home, folks.
Serious News: nytimes
