Once in a while I'm drawn to art courses offered at our local college (for which I'm very grateful to live near) and via art clubs and the like. It's my way of filling in the voids of my self taught art education. If you recall, a while back I signed up for a Life Drawing session and wrote about my experiences here. This class was also an inspiring day starting with my arrival to this bustling institution whose halls were filled with the sound of broadway melodies being rehearsed and pirouetting dancers practicing in corridors. All were showing off what this college's art department has to offer. It was open house day, when parents and prospective students visit to determine whether this was the place to be. For me, it was no question. I wanted to be there heart and soul! My heart in fact was in my throat and I choked back tears of excitement while I soaked up the creative atmosphere. I took it all in, from the paint stained sinks, the art plastered walls, suspended mirror and studio smells to the eclectic group of fellow artists who had also signed up. We would be playing around with print making and ink drawing among other things. I couldn't wait!
Our first exercise was to practice spreading a block of watercolour on several sheets of paper using a sponge. A light but firm touch is needed for a uniform spread which took practice. This would become a backdrop to the next session of getting used to the feel of a nib ink pen. We drew thin lines and thick lines and curvy ones, all freestyle. Once we felt ready, we could draw something on the sponged sheets. I was leery of making a mark without the benefit of an eraser, yet, I really liked the pear I drew. I loved its simplicity of line. It felt freeing! In addition, we could add splashes of watercolour to them, which I did. I could see myself making a bunch up and framing them as they would be at a more desirable if not at an affordable price. It would also be nice to loosen up a bit!