Animal Prints Out of Control
Friday, 30 September 2011 | 3:19 pm
I don't know what was wrong with me this morning.
Maybe it was the fact that the model was posing nude. I tried drawing with charcoal, but it just didn't come out. I kept drawing the head over and over, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Finally, I abandoned the charcoal stick—I actually broke it in half and huffed and puffed out of frustration—and began working with a pencil.
The result was the same. Charcoal didn't work. Pencil didn't work, too. I told myself to stop this nonsense and get a fucking grip. I really got worried. I was so close to freaking out. I kept asking myself why the hell am I not drawing?
Then he said my name.
I believe that's the first time ever I heard him say my name.
It was that awkward moment when he could actually see me really struggling with myself and he said that if I was in no mood to draw, get the sketchbook instead and do some sketches.
I was so relieved that I almost wanted to thank him; so relieved because now that he had suggested doing that, it didn't feel like I came to school for nothing anymore. At least, I did something. At least, there is a nude sketch in my sketchbook. At least there is something that I could start with later on the A1 paper.
Hopefully, I could deliver.