Supplies

Sat, 06 Oct 2007 13:45:08 GMT

I've been stocking supplies, waiting for the chance to actually sit down and attempt lessons from a book. So far, I've spent $2 on a sketch book, $9 on a basic pencil set, $1.50 on erasers, and $1 on pencil boxes.

And I haven't had time to sit down and attempt anything. In fact, we moved my computer the other day, and now I don't know where the sketch book is. :-/

Maybe tonight, I will find it, and start my journey.

The beginning

Tue, 18 Sep 2007 22:28:50 GMT

When I was a child, I drew all the time. Almost always, it was the same thing: a strip of green grass, a strip of blue sky, a slice of yellow sun (always on the left), and flowers, alternating loopy daisies and jagged tulips. A fluffy cloud, an "M" or "V" bird. My icon represents these early pictures.

I would draw on the back of assignment sheets, in my notebooks, ON my notebooks, on scrap paper, on chalkboards, wherever I could find the space to scribble, I would draw.

Then, around high school, I stopped.

In junior high, I drew doll ideas, dress ideas, almost anything I thought about, I would try to put onto paper. Yes, they were crude, out of proportion, and childish, but they were mine. I actually won a ribbon at the Arts Festival in seventh grade. But after that, nothing.

I don't know exactly why I stopped. I don't remember any harsh criticism, any "Why are you even bothering," comments, nothing that stands out. I just stopped. I started to draw once more, in senior year. I drew a portrait of Johnny Yong Bosch, who played Adam, the Black Power Ranger, from a magazine portrait. And it wasn't bad. But after that, nothing.

Now, I'm thirty years old, and trying to figure out if there's anything left. I still get the urge to sketch, but it's stomped down by something telling me, "You can't draw."

But I used to.

And I want to see if I can again.

To this end, I've downloaded a number of drawing books off Wowio. I'm going to get an inexpensive sketch book, some mechanical pencils, and a good eraser. And I'm going to see if I can't silence that inner critic, and draw.

I plan to document my progress here, with a digital camera and some commentary.

So, I take the first step.

Art, here I come.

My Art Journey

Supplies

The beginning