Later

I went out after the Schwan man came {about an hour later than usual} and spent an insane amount of money on art supplies and I don’t have them all yet. But they will all get used and I did buy a couple of things that weren’t on the list.

Next, I went into the college and found that Francis, the student who had borrowed my pencils, kneaded eraser and pencil sharpener had actually left them for me in a little cup with my name on it. So now I am sorry for bad-thoughting him! I really  didn’t mind lending him stuff because he was incredibly helpful when we were putzing around with linear perspective and I didn’t understand how to do something. And then I picked up my exam picture.

We were told that for our final we could draw the still-life she set up in the room, we could walk out to Battery Park and draw Lake Champlain, the boats and the Adirondaks or we could do a drawing of our own choice from our imagination or a photograph. I chose the latter. And I did an ink drawing from a photograph of my sister. It took me most of three hours. When I stopped, I felt I should have worked the other half hour but by then I was just plain too tired. I was aware that I did my usual scribble-scribble of a hand right in the foreground that should have been drawn in more detail. Jean mentioned that the thumb was too small but then she went on to say very  nice things about my use of the pen to show texture . I was pleased she had noticed that because I HAD worked hard on that, especially on my sister’s  hair and the texture of the fabric on the chair where she was sitting.

And Jean gave me an A plus! 

I hope my instructor for pastels will be as good as Jean in. Mind you, I am already slightly irritated because I found a misspelling in the downloaded list of supplies needed.  But I am not going in with a severely negative attitude. I can learn from anyone. {Mind you, she will have to be excellent to reach the standards Jean set. There wasn’t a single lesson where I didn’t both enjoy the class and learn a new skill.}

When I am a little less tired, or tomorrow, which ever comes first, I will photograph the ink drawing of my sister. If I am putting so many of my pictures here, I should have a chapter called Art…

Until later…