Weeks go by since my first lesson in academic art . I am still too unsure about returning to the Academy and pursuing this.
A box of partially sliced pencils of different sizes are proof of my dedication to becoming a master in sharpening graphite in wood .Some of them have gone under the blade so many times, they have no more wood for me to whittle.
The eraser is still white and new because no drawing has been done yet for it to erase . Still I am getting there –I must .
During this time I also practice different lines –straight,straight ,straight again and again---oh well,one day they will actually be straight . For the present I try to make them loose, ghosty, bandy by holding the pencil lightly . My wrist acts as a pivot and at times my elbow . The lines come out wavy at first , but as my hand steadies gradually, the lines look firmer too.
Actually this is fun and I enjoy the way the graphite sweeps across the paper . I feel like a part of a wave skimming across the sand , again and again. There is a tiny sense of liberation as my arm moves and I make up my mind .
I am definitely going back to the Academy of Realist Art