When I was about 10 or 12, my mom took a drawing class with a local Logan artist. It was based on the approach in the classic Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain by Betty Edwards. I remember being awed by the magic of her ability to capture life in her sketch book. I remember sketches of her hands and one of my brother Chris that was so true to his two-year-old self (do you still have that one, Mom?).
Lately my hands have ached to DO SOMETHING, create things. I love writing but it's so internal and thinky. I want to create something outside of my head, with my hands and bypassing words. I remembered my mom's Edwards text and went looking for it yesterday before I picked up Sam from school. Plus a scandinavian embroidery book for good measure because the accruing of the STUFF of a project is the part where I tend to excel.
Sam has an after-school math class on Fridays so I took the book, pencils, and a sketchbook with me while I waited the 90 minutes in the car. Scanning through a couple of the chapters, I loved what she had to say about seeing differently so I gave my first self-portrait a go, using the visor mirror for reference (hello, passersby! yes, I'm a mirror-gazing narcissist!). Here's to being vulnerable and sharing--
This is totally out of my comfort zone and I'll be the first to say I've got a long long way to go--the prickly art critic/doubter on my shoulder has pointed out this is just me-ish and maybe an anime version at that, with the wide-eyed zombie stare--but the magic of making lines suddenly take life? Wow, what a rush. I'm hooked and Betty has officially rocked my world. (If you've ever played Draw Something with me, you know this is a big leap, haha.)