I took a day-long sketch class yesterday. It just seemed like fun, and I haven't sat down and sketched anything in quite awhile. It was at the junior college across the street from work, so my Charles dropped me off on his way. The butterflies that are always present on the first day of class did their thing. It had been a long time since I felt them, so even though there
was nervousness of the unknown, it was fun to acknowledge them.
I had forgotten how much fun using a pencil could be. Our teacher was a sweet, soft spoken woman from France who was supportive of each person's techniques and different levels of advancement. She brought her daughter's toys for us to sketch, lots of spheres and fanciful shapes.
My favorite piece of the day was an incorporation of different magazine photos. She told us to choose pictures that could be incorporated to tell a story. I instantly fell in love with the photo of an old, wizened woman carrying a huge bundle of sticks on her back. As I drew in the outline of he bundle, the form of wings appeared. A photo on an earlier page showed palm fronds, and her wings appeared.
It was nice to focus on laying down a quick impression, not belaboring a piece, keeping it a transitory experience. Our teacher thought I must be an art student, so that was a major compliment. It was a very good day, and then the SF Giants won the playoffs, so it was even better. My Charles and I went to bed exhausted from this week of much work, but happy. When he got up at 1:00 this morning and checked the door in my office, that mood quickly changed, but I'll leave it for another post.
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