Artistically Speaking

I found myself sketching out a new piece this morning during my daughter’s Math class.  I’ve had a vision, an idea, for the better part of two weeks, and today I finally allowed myself to fall into sketching it out.

My first sketch ever, was a free-hand sketch of ‘Rabbit’ from “Winnie the Pooh”.  I was somewhere around 10-years-old, and my cousin swore I traced it, comparing it every so closely to the picture I was free-handing it from.  To this day I don’t know if she was serious or not, though it I didn’t let it deter me.  I stood my ground, swearing, “I did not trace the picture!”

My husband and I were talking about how my first free-hand sketch was of Rabbit.  Everyone remembers Rabbit.  The no-nonsense character in “Winnie the Pooh”.  Loved to garden, cautious of everything, smart, and picky on the subject of organized cleanliness.  Strangely enough, my great-grandmother was the same way.  I believe I get all of my artist ability from her.

As I sat drawing, listening in on today’s lessons, I had to turn my daughter’s attention back to her teacher a couple times where she was fascinated with my creativity.  She keeps telling me she can’t believe how good I am.  I love her compliments, and I thank her for them, but I’m still telling her I’ve only been drawing longer.  Experience is practice, and practice makes perfect.

Sketching relaxes me.  Even my husband has said so.  It’s like I melt into a different world.  I focus so strongly on every feeling and detail until it feels complete.  Hours pass feeling like minutes.  Only the art speaks the truth.  I knew this feeling only one other time in my life, my preteen to early teenage youth.  My love for free-hand drawing found me taking on an early, pre-college experience as a result of submitting an entry of a drawing of a no-name, cartoon bear wearing a hat.  By this time, I was building my own portfolio of sketches.  Characters from Disney’s “The Lion King”, “The Little Mermaid”, “Pocahontas”, and a sketch of the two-headed dragon in “The Quest for Camelot” dressed as Elvis Presley.  I drew him for my grandmother who was an obsessed fan.  Unfortunately, the art assignment grew more tediously detailed, I was redoing several assignments, the critiques urging me to ‘Try Again’, and the entire process was done through the USPS.  I lost all interest, and a short time later, my portfolio.  I got rid of it.  Threw it out.

I’ve grown.  I started sketching a new piece today.  I can’t wait until it’s completed and I can show everyone.  I’ve only the completed the first layer, but I feel it’s going to be magnificent when I’m through.  You must feel the art.

Thanks for reading!