So, I took a hint, suggestion and a plunge.
(Am I a bit slow? Maybe.)
So, late last month after learning all about PiBoIdMo (am participating), I jumped the shark and signed up for an illustration course. This is the deep end. First week down, and I am in over my head. Splashing and flailing about. HAVING A BLAST!
I have already learned some new things, for instance, how to make a stick figure have a little life to it!
Ooops, that last figure looks like it has a broken thigh. I would have made sure to flip it, but people should face right, right? See that little drawing near my finger? That is not a face, that is a little girl in her Momma’s high heeled shoes.
My art experience is limited. However, writing for my g’babies it means more to them that it is all from me than how well I draw. That means I am going to learn how to draw better.
Taking this class is exciting. It doesn’t feel like work, it feels like play. See, it ‘s like playing dress up. Trying on new and different things.
One morning last week, I work up with a pencil in one hand and a sketchpad in the other. I felt 5. It was great.
Work? Nope, it is play.