The Janitor thinks I'm crazy

Now I don't know for sure if he thinks I am crazy, but there have to be times when he walks into my room and thinks "What the ....?"  Last night was probably one of those nights. 

Today we are going to be studying gesture drawing, and I have been borrowing dolls from other co-workers (because I have an all male house and dolls don't exist in my world), and I have them all set up and displayed around the art room.

This one alone might creep someone out.

 

 

I am thinking the lesson will be a great one, but the set up of the room last night had to have my janitor wondering a little bit about me.