I am learning to use the various features offered by this site. There is so much for me to absorb. I want to explore and assimilate so much. But I am rather slow. I am an old girl and technologically challenged.
In the opening of this story, I introduced you to my first drawings. I kept practising. Everyday I drew something. By Christmas break, I was wondering
how to expand upon my skills. My brother-in-law made a suggestion that I use something that took him about 1 minute to draw. For the balance of my holiday, I sat at the kitchen table and drew until bedtime. Here are some of the things I created.
Initially, I used every piece of cardboard in the
house that I could find.
Sometimes, I used pressed board.
From pencil drawings to pastel crayons to ink and acrylic paints.
I got so thoroughly engrossed in just making faces.
When we returned to class after Christmas break, the person I most wanted to impress refused to take the time to look at my work. My main instructor was always busy and refused to even talk about anything I
tried to show her.
Then… one day… she began listening and I asked if she would g
ive just a few minutes of time to look and consider. I so badly needed feedback from the one who would mark my work.
So I began to pull these pages out of my portfolio bag. She stopped talking and just looked at the pile of work I had. There was a look of shock on her face.
She sent me into the hallway to put my work up.
Then, she gave me a stack of various textured and various
coloured papers to draw on for comparison. I made a concerted effort to use the papers she gave me so that I could show my appreciation for her contribution. I had a wonderful time with those supplies!
By the end of January 2009, I had covered 4 walls of our college with my work alone. At that point, she made me clear some space for the other students (who had been reluctant to follow my example of posting work.
As I began to study what I had done, I began to recognize things I do consistently, without realizing it. The colours I
used kept cropping up again and again. I noticed how many times,
I actually drew similar figures without any conscious thought or design.
We began meeting with various practising artists and talking about our work with them. We also prepared for the first gallery showing ever done by our school at the Rails End Gallery, in Haliburton, Ontario.
That experience was such a blast. That same instructor who had been too busy to look at my work, initially was responsible for connecting with the gallery’s curator. Together, they gave us students the feeling of things to work toward. Inspiring.
The taste of gallery showings is something that I would welcome as I develop a sense of awareness of things people do.
I have a lot of respect for people who manage to move their work through galleries on an ongoing schedule as a matter of