Drawn to Drawing
I have always wanted to know how to draw.
Well…that is not entirely the truth. When I was a kid, I knew how to draw. Without a doubt, at least in my estimation, all my creations were decisively fridge-worthy. Not that I cared if any of my works were ever shown at the KAG (Kitchen Art Gallery). I loved drawing for its own sake. And colouring. And painting. And anything art related.
And then, somewhere along the way, I realized that what I was putting on paper didn’t bear much, if any, resemblance to what was actually in front of me. This became a source of great frustration and a resulting downward shift in confidence, and I resigned myself to what logically had to be the truth: I simply wasn’t an Artist and therefore couldn’t and wouldn’t ever be able to draw.
Instead, I drew and re-drew the few learned images I deemed “good” at the time (so many cartoon bunnies, 3-dimensional hearts, and crying eyes), and stopped trying to draw anything else. Creating anything original wasn’t even remotely in the picture, (pardon the pun), and even though I continued to own sketchpads, coloured pencils, and paints, I never really knew what to do with them.
However, I always wanted to know.
There is an undeniable pull that I have always felt to art supplies and art stores. I experience a deep yearning as I wander the aisles and long to know what each item is used for and how to use it, or hold a beautiful crimson pastel in my hand and wonder what magic I need to know to make it do something creative, or at least “legitimate.” There is also an incredible sense of possibility as I imagine the unlimited potential that is right there in front of me.
But I’ve never known where to start.
To this day, I feel excitement when I sit with a sketchbook, 2B at the ready and although it is usually pretty quickly replaced with a familiar sense of frustration and paralysis, as I stare blankly at a blank page, there have been rare moments of inspiration when I remember what it was like to be a kid, drawing for drawing’s sake, and simply enjoy the feel of pencil on paper.
It is a feeling too good to ignore any longer.
I totally can relate to the art store thing. why is the stuff in Opus just so compelling!!?
Dude! Your stuff has always been fridgeworthy! I’ve got space if you like.
Thanks! How big is your fridge?