the foxes as things i've overheard at art camp
neil: i haven't slept in two days but i can still hold this pencil [pencil is shaking in hand]
andrew: i'm gay and i like this knife
kevin: my son has abandoned us for soccer— he's dead to me now
aaron: do you think this white pastel is actually just powdered pills solidified again
nicky: 'someone called me straight yesterday' 'i'm so sorry'
matt: not all heroes wear capes, bro
dan: 'yeah i'm a feminist, i'm wearing pink even though i'm a guy' 'that's not feminism, bitch'
renee: everyone is beautiful...
allison: ...but some people are more beautiful than others
seth: 'there's a lot of hostility going on in here, isn't there?' 'oh yes, there is'
BONUS
wymack: i used to avoid them, but then i realized something— i don't give a shit what they think of me
abby: do not poison your body with expired plastic and chemical juice or i'll have to hold your hand all day
bee: aw, look at you guys with all the life crushed out of you, come chat with me about that if you want
jean: my goal today is to be as edgy as possible
jeremy: all my professors were like 'ugh, no one uses bright color in serious artwork,' and i was like 'SCREW THAT!' and used Lisa Frank colors in everything
riko: i want to use a dead body in my art, like in the horror movies
