My art classmates are terribly talented. I bet you'd agree with me. Look at this painting of a 3-D corset by Agustina, and you'll understand why. Agus only started painting about one or two months ago, but she's already creating fantastic, literature-inspiring pieces. I am so impressed.

Now, "Méchante" is French for "naughty woman" and it fits this painting well. A hint of naughtyness, an illusion of a bad girl ready to seduce, flirting carelessly between good and bad. This kinda reminds me of Rihanna's album "Good girl gone bad".

The painting also exudes a class of haughtiness embedded with class, high-society, and haute couture. Be transported to a masquerade ball in Paris during the Bella Époque, dance with masked-gentlemen in dashing suits, run off when the bells chimes mid-night and drive off in your pumpkin carriage, before it all vanishes. Viola!

After talking so much about my art teacher Emilce, let me finally show you one of her paintings. Emilce always says she doesn´t paint people, or at least never faces, so here's a painting of a woman with her back facing us. It's still very beautiful.

Art is like literature, you have to read between the lines, stare deeper beyong the obvious, and try to understand the depth of the story behind the creator's brushstrokes. Not everyone may appreciate every piece of art in the exact same manner or amplitude. And not everyone has the ability to see beyond the colours and shapes and curves and lines.

But for those who can, art is a refuge, a space of infinite possibilities, undefined shades and a mixture of textures and stroke types. Art can be structured, but more often than not, art may just be a mish-mash of the creator's imaginative powers. And the power that art beholds is infinite, delicate and at the same time trascending all boundaries, social, monetary and physical.