Today, there are no fruits or flowers or artful arrangements of oddly-shaped bottles to render in ink or paint or chalks. Today, there is a box. It’s not a very exciting box, in and of itself; just a small, locked metal box, the sort people use as cash boxes. Nothing fancy. The only reason it’s remarkable is that it’s sitting on a pedestal in the center of the room, well-lit and mysterious, in lieu of something more interesting to draw.
Sitting near it is a flyer (and more are piled on a desk by the door) with today’s assignment.
DRAW WHAT IS IN THE BOX.
You may: look at the box; pick it up; turn it over; shake it and listen; smell the box (though I don’t know why you’d want to); use your imagination
You may not: open the box; "accidentally" open the box; drop the box on the floor in the hopes that it will "accidentally" break; lick the box (because other people need to touch it too.)
X-Ray Vision, astral projection, extrasensory perception, etc, are CHEATING!
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Rudy Cooper is already perched by a wall, doodling in a large spiral-bound sketchbook, since obviously he can’t imagine what’s in the box when he put it there. When people get started he’ll wander around to check in on their progress, and make sure no one’s obviously violating the rules of the exercise.
Should you choose to shake the box, you’ll find it rattles a bit as though there’s one reasonably large object in it, longer than it is wide, not very heavy and poorly balanced, as though it’s an irregular shape. Sometimes it hits the wall of the box with a soft thud, more often a lighter clatter.
Should you smell it, it will smell like a metal box.
Seriously. What were you expecting?
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