Learning to Draw
I started a drawing class today.
I've always had a love-hate relationship with drawing. I love the idea of being able to do it, and I hate the fact that I am absolute krap at it.
I was scared off of drawing or any kind of art as kid because my drawing of a (name any object) was always so pathetic, it drew laughs of derision and little else. In that respect, I could say I was very successful at drawing (criticism).
That put my off for about 20 years. Then I tried to take a drawing class in about 1978...with sadly much the same result....so I left after one session.
So here I am again. I still can't draw, but I'm going to give it a fair chance....or at least some chance.
...though I still felt like running screaming in to the street after the first four minutes....and it was snowing outside to boot.....
...but the sessions are held in a loft....very interesting place...just me with my paper and charcoal and three women with their paint and canvases...scattered about this large loft area....
....so far I've managed a krap couple of drawings of an old tea pot....well, everyone starts somewhere....
....three hours 9-12 each Thursday for four sessions as a starter....
I hope I can last that long....how many old tea pots are there in the world?
...in theory I can progress to print-making...now that would be something....I have a collection of prints and lithographs..it would be nice to be able to make my own some day....
I suppose some people feel this way about writing...