Tuesday, September 28, 2010

It all starts with a scribble

I decided that I should brush up on my drawing skills in hopes that one day I would be traveling again with a sketchbook in my hand to document everything in sight. So, I signed up for a drawing class at the Pacific Northwest College of Art. For the next eight weeks, I will embark on a journey via pen and paper with other like-minded individuals who are looking to escape their day jobs.

Yesterday marked week 1 of 8. I arrived ready to go with my sketchbook and tea in hand. After what seemed like a lifetime (really only an hour) of discussing the syllabus, we took and break and came back to start the first exercise. I took out the most ghetto ballpoint pen I could find, and per my instructor’s directions, started scribbling in my sketchbook. The exercise was to scribble until we could document what we saw (namely the outline of our hands). This was my result.

I’m always amazed at how going back to the basics always makes me feel better. It’s like a detox for my constantly poisoned mind. I had no option, but to focus on the millions of lines and creases of my hand trying to document them with silly little scribbles. What a task. I'm hoping to find some time this week to practice sketching. We'll see what I come up with.

Happy Tuesday!

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