Inner Artist

Summer class is in full swing, and as I bask in the words of Yeats and Hemingway, I continue to struggle to find my inner artist. The second day of drawing class, I walked in to find the instructor piling a stack of bones on the platform in the center of the room. We then proceeded to draw these bones for the remaining three hours of class. I kept telling the instructor that I was sure I was finished...there just were no more bones to be drawn. But he insisted that I continue drawing until the three hours was up. By the end of class, my head was spinning and to top it off, my instructor held up my sketch to the remainder of the class as a good example of "what your second day in drawing class probably will look like" - Ouch.

Thankfully, no more bones...although I never know what to expect when I do walk into the studio. This morning, we were introduced to our nude model...and before I could throw back my first cup of coffee, we were already frantically drawing in timed sessions. I believe that there are just some things that a person shouldn't be presented with that early in the morning....at least not until after the second cup of coffee.:)

By the end of the class, I was pretty excited about my progress. At my brother's home later this evening, I pulled out my sketches. I waited expectantly for him to tell me what a good job I did.... Instead, he looked a little puzzled and said, "Did an alien come to your class and model?" Ouch again. He was right....instead of a man, my drawing really did look like E.T.'s older cousin. But, I proudly said that was the "look" I was going for.

I'm not discouraged however.....that inner artist is inside of me somewhere :)