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Taking a Drawing/ Sketch Class


Are you a doodler? You know, when you talk on the phone you play around with a pencil and pad of paper. Circles, squares, swirls, stick people.... well that's me too! I've always wanted to be able to draw beautiful pictures. Heck, I'd settle for being able to draw something someone else could recognize! Over the years, I've accumulated all kinds of drawing supplies like sketch pads, pencils, erasers and instruction books hoping that one day I would actually be able to draw. So a few days ago, while looking through our local Adult Education catalog, I saw a Beginning Drawing class being offered. I've wanted to take one for a VERY long time so I signed up!! And people, yesterday was the day I'm going to claim as the day I started to draw! We had 20 minutes to sketch anything in the classroom and I chose my water bottle that I brought to class. We had to turn it in so I have nothing to show you here... yet!

Well, I could show you the tools of an pencil artist.... or at least a pencil artist wantabee!



An 11 x 17 Drawing pad and an 8 1/2 x 11 Sketch pad.


And let's not forget the pencils, erasers, chalk and sharpeners.

While we're at it, maybe I'll throw in the definition of sketching.....
(Taken from Webster's Dictionary)
Main Entry: 1sketch
Pronunciation: \ˈskech\
Function: noun
Etymology: Dutch schets, from Italian schizzo, literally, splash, from schizzare to splash, of imitative origin
Date: 1668
1 a : a rough drawing representing the chief features of an object or scene and often made as a preliminary study

Ok, I particularly like that it is derived from the Italian Schizzo and where have we seen a word like THAT before??? As in, I must be "schizo" to have thought I could do this! I also like that sketching is a "rough" representation or preliminary study. Why you ask? 'Cause what you are about to see is about as rough as it comes.


Oh man! Get a load of all those smudges in the word FUN.... umm yeah, I've got a ways to go.....

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