"Forgive my lack of manners, I think I might become ill so I would hate for my first impression of me...become the guy who got me sick."<br/>He smiled at her glance then went back to work, just when it seemed that the work was coming together he would morph the painting into something else. Working the canvas, molding it as he free painted.<br/><br/>"This is my second year at this college, even after all my classes...I always take this painting studio, it is where I like to unwind and relax..."<br/>Mixing with his brushes and fingers, he was very creative with the surfaces he would use to give his work different textures and looks.<br/>"How about you...are you one of the freshmen? Scurrying about in panic, transition from the cesspool known as high school?"