Insomnia Thoughts

I'm not an artist. I've never been at artist. But back in High School, we had an art teacher come into a class one day, and he asked us how many of us had drawn pictures when we were little kids. Everyone raised their hands. He then said, the only reason we aren't artists is because somewhere along the line we were told we weren't and we believed it. We had a preconceived notion that we couldn't be artists, and that was the only reason we couldn't draw. He insisted that he could teach us.

At the end of the class, he left rather frustrated. We were a great group, with our own oddities. While everyone improved, I don't think anyone actually learned how to draw.

Except maybe me. He wouldn't give me my artwork back. He told me I wouldn't appreciate it enough. While I didn't doubt him, I did ask for, and get, copies (which, bearing out his fears, I've since lost). My only problem was that I insisted drawing things the way I saw them, and so when the model sat at the front of the classroom with me in the back, the model's head looked about the size of my thumb to me. So I drew it that small. It drove the teacher nuts.

Anyway, to make a short story long, I've started drawing again. Very little, but something. I still can't make a face look like the same person two drawings in a row, and I have a rather chunky and ... primitive ... style that I would hate in a comic book or strip, but I'm having fun doodling. Perhaps if I should get brave, I'll scan and post something. Of course, it'll be little. That's how I draw.