Pratt assigned us 30 portrait studies at the beginning of November, so naturally through no fault of my own, I waited until Thanksgiving weekend right before it was due to finish them. So after two days of spiting out work I found that my best happens when it comes down to the last minute. Probably due to the fact that I disregard all my second thoughts and work purely of instinct. When this happens it has to be one of the greatest highs ever. You just sit there and crank. Now that I think about it the fact that I work this way might be a bad thing.