Friday, April 25, 2014
Although I've drawn occasionally over the years, the practice has always been something that makes me extremely anxious. I know this goes back to my first drawing classes, in college, where we were graded. Grading art has probably killed more budding artists than anything else has. I remember one drawing I had to do, a life-size drawing of myself with the head of an insect. Holy cow! And then there was my graphic arts instructor, who gave us a "commercial art" assignment of drawing something that represented the phrase, "Is this not a packaging problem?" I drew a magnificent rendering of a banana peel. The guy didn't get it. Banana peel, definitely a packaging problem. Low grade for me. Oh well.
I just got Deborah Putnoi's The Drawing Mind. I spent most of yesterday drawing...just putting different marks on pages, which is what drawing is, essentially. Already I feel some ease coming into the practice. I want to recover my ability to draw with joy and pleasure, if I ever had that to begin with. I'm working a lot with my non-dominant hand (my left). Actually, I feel more comfortable using my left hand, and I discovered that's because I have no expectations for what that hand can or should do. So I'm naturally delighted with what it produces.
This morning is my first foray into cyberland since Wednesday afternoon. I can't even describe how wonderful it is to not be tied to my computer for 24 hours or longer. There's this amazing sense of freedom and spaciousness...