It started on a whim. I had a realization this afternoon. I’m not what one would generally consider artsy, and I know it. I haven’t taken an art class since middle school, and in fact I’ve always shied away from the visual arts. (We’ll ignore the fact that I won a honorable mention award for a drawing of some sunflowers at an art show–again, in middle school.) Proportion, perspective, generally making things not look funny… I have no idea how to do that. Everything I draw looks funny, and when it comes to putting ideas on paper without using words, I can never do it. It’s time for this block to end, I decided in a split second this afternoon. And for that block to end, I need to learn to draw.
The goal isn’t to become a master artist, just to suck less at the visual arts than I do now. Given my ineptness at the arts now, this is definitely an achievable goal. Tonight’s exercises were in free-form line drawing and copying an upside-down drawing (which turned out as a recognizable copy of the original, though I took some liberties with the face at the end). Interestingly, every time I do free form line drawing, I find myself turning the doodles into anthropomorphic critters who say things. Is this a sign of something? Only time will tell.