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How learning to draw changed my perspective on what I can do
I have always thought that I couldn’t draw. That it was one of those things for which i had no skill and no talent. I was happy to believe so. I was content, and acceptant of my non-drawing ability.
Until one day, a friend of mine asks for volunteers to attend her practice drawing class, so she can hone her teaching skills, and, it being lockdown and me, having time on my hands, I joined. Just for the fun of it and to help a friend out.
I was expecting to make a fool of myself, but a part of me was hoping that I’d be able to produce one or two “lookable”, not so pitiful, drawings.
We started the class with drawing a baseline to compare our progress before and after the class. My drawing was just as mediocre as I expected it to be.
We spent 1 hour learning about how to hold a pen, how to move our arms, about shading, about light. And then we drew the cup again, using the techniques we learnt.
Here’s the cup that I had drawn by the end of the class:
So yes. This cannot be confused with a Da Vinci drawing, and the only enigmatic thing about it is…
