Monday, February 20, 2006
Tentative Steps
True to my last entry, The Fiancé and I have invested some money (that we don't have) into a very elegant high-quality sketch book for each of us. Along with 2 pencils of different grades and a good eraser, I am now all set to start doing what I talked about doing lately. So on our way home from a family function yesterday, I had The Fiancé hop out of the car and rip off a twig of a suitable bush that we passed by. That twig then became my first "model" in my brand new sketch pad... not very creative, but a good warm-up exercise.
It really was all about getting over myself and making the first stroke in The Fiancé's presence. I can tell you that the result of my efforts isn't worthy of the kind of elegant sketch book it was produced into... but on the bright side I found myself very absorbed in my task in a matter of a few minutes, to the point that I reacted a bit grumpy and impatient when The Fiancé wanted to talk to me, even. I was sitting there for a good hour, not caring about turning on the TV, not caring about turning on the computer, not really caring that it was getting quite late, either. The final drawing will best be used to wipe my ass with next time, but I truly felt accomplished and balanced after I was done with it, and I had a good night's sleep.
It is a start, if nothing else. The images are slowly coming back into my mind also, but it still remains to be seen whether I will be able to make them flow from my head onto the paper... for right now, at any rate, I had my fun.
Think Frida Kahlo.
It really was all about getting over myself and making the first stroke in The Fiancé's presence. I can tell you that the result of my efforts isn't worthy of the kind of elegant sketch book it was produced into... but on the bright side I found myself very absorbed in my task in a matter of a few minutes, to the point that I reacted a bit grumpy and impatient when The Fiancé wanted to talk to me, even. I was sitting there for a good hour, not caring about turning on the TV, not caring about turning on the computer, not really caring that it was getting quite late, either. The final drawing will best be used to wipe my ass with next time, but I truly felt accomplished and balanced after I was done with it, and I had a good night's sleep.
It is a start, if nothing else. The images are slowly coming back into my mind also, but it still remains to be seen whether I will be able to make them flow from my head onto the paper... for right now, at any rate, I had my fun.
Think Frida Kahlo.
