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Why I Don't Draw
18 years ago
I guess it's about time I clarify this for you.
I signed up for courses for my first year at college some time ago and one of the classes that they recommend me for was a basic drawing class However, I didn't feel too confident even if the course was basic and if things don't work out I can always change it. Although it brought back something from a time ago.
Now, I'll tell any visitors here that photography is my best skill. However, long before that one of the things I had affection for was drawing but however, I lost my skill in that field.
When I was little drawing was one of the things I loved to do most. It was what I did in school, at home, and sometimes anywhere else. Simple characters and cartoons gave people a glance of what I perceived to be my talent. Little Bobby took pride in what he was doing in front of his teachers, parents and friends. Thankfully, my parents took this for granted. Mom and dad would buy me drawing supplies, sketchpads, and how-to-draw books often as gifts and rewards. When I would go through tough times, drawing was my release, my form of expression. A world made by my own hand onto paper.
When my skill and appreciation for drawing was falling, it frustrated me. It also wasn't helping that I was usually going through tough times in school back then. The release through drawing was present, but as I got older and moved on, things began to get bad, and discouraging too. You can imagine how frustrating it was to sit their, sketch, doodle until you though, "practice makes perfect" and then to find then that no spark came. I gave it up for other artistic talents, ceramics (which came off as odd) and then to the present world of photography, my niche. Now don't get me wrong because I am perfectly happy with my photographic skills. School and my peers recognized me for it.
One of the reasons why I think I let go of drawing was because that I never took advantage of my early talent. It never occurred to me that I could go very far with this. It never occurred to me that I should take this seriously. When I look back, I know now that my parents where quietly trying to push me into taking this further, but I didn't realize that.
Some of you may feel that it was very foolish for me to do this. Even still, their was always something that didn't enable a further exploration and experience with my drawing. There was a gap in space that was never filled, a gap that was left wide open. I never really found that gap.
I look at all the beautiful and amazing drawings that people in school did, on here and deviantART too. Each time I think to myself occasionally, "I wanted to be like that", and I could of back then. I never reached it. I never took advantage of the talent that was in front of me. I would love to learn again, or even resurrect the drawing and the skills that came with it inside my mind, on my hands, and finally, on paper.
Of course, you can't teach old dogs new tricks.
The drawing course I signed up for was about the basics and, besides learning new things, hopefully it will rejuvenate and build my skills from the past if all goes according to plan. Maybe something will happen, or be learned from it. I mean, seriously, who knows?
I signed up for courses for my first year at college some time ago and one of the classes that they recommend me for was a basic drawing class However, I didn't feel too confident even if the course was basic and if things don't work out I can always change it. Although it brought back something from a time ago.
Now, I'll tell any visitors here that photography is my best skill. However, long before that one of the things I had affection for was drawing but however, I lost my skill in that field.
When I was little drawing was one of the things I loved to do most. It was what I did in school, at home, and sometimes anywhere else. Simple characters and cartoons gave people a glance of what I perceived to be my talent. Little Bobby took pride in what he was doing in front of his teachers, parents and friends. Thankfully, my parents took this for granted. Mom and dad would buy me drawing supplies, sketchpads, and how-to-draw books often as gifts and rewards. When I would go through tough times, drawing was my release, my form of expression. A world made by my own hand onto paper.
When my skill and appreciation for drawing was falling, it frustrated me. It also wasn't helping that I was usually going through tough times in school back then. The release through drawing was present, but as I got older and moved on, things began to get bad, and discouraging too. You can imagine how frustrating it was to sit their, sketch, doodle until you though, "practice makes perfect" and then to find then that no spark came. I gave it up for other artistic talents, ceramics (which came off as odd) and then to the present world of photography, my niche. Now don't get me wrong because I am perfectly happy with my photographic skills. School and my peers recognized me for it.
One of the reasons why I think I let go of drawing was because that I never took advantage of my early talent. It never occurred to me that I could go very far with this. It never occurred to me that I should take this seriously. When I look back, I know now that my parents where quietly trying to push me into taking this further, but I didn't realize that.
Some of you may feel that it was very foolish for me to do this. Even still, their was always something that didn't enable a further exploration and experience with my drawing. There was a gap in space that was never filled, a gap that was left wide open. I never really found that gap.
I look at all the beautiful and amazing drawings that people in school did, on here and deviantART too. Each time I think to myself occasionally, "I wanted to be like that", and I could of back then. I never reached it. I never took advantage of the talent that was in front of me. I would love to learn again, or even resurrect the drawing and the skills that came with it inside my mind, on my hands, and finally, on paper.
Of course, you can't teach old dogs new tricks.
The drawing course I signed up for was about the basics and, besides learning new things, hopefully it will rejuvenate and build my skills from the past if all goes according to plan. Maybe something will happen, or be learned from it. I mean, seriously, who knows?
