Lesson #1: I forgot to buy my pencils

There’s a small gathering I can see on the other side of the door. These are my new classmates. I wave from my jalopy to catch their attention. It’s cold out here – eventually my new able-bodied friends see my predicament. With a warm blast of air I’m inside and amongst strangers huddling outside the art room.

Soon we are arranging ourselves around the large art table that stretches the length of the room in a carbuncle building with refreshingly high ceilings. But despite the large welcoming windows, the setting sun will surely deprive us of natural light as the wintry afternoon expires.

We start off with ‘icebreakers’ – little games designed to engage one another. But it seems that we are all more than happy to present some truths about ourselves.

Forgive me for not telling you more about my art group or the teacher. Let’s say that everything looks promising and we are all set for jolly japes. I’m not a narcissist choosing only to talk about myself, but not everyone wants to be in my story I guess.

It quickly becomes apparent that we are not five newbies – in fact, I thought by choosing the ‘beginners’ class everyone would be as rough and ready me. It turns out that there was an ‘absolute beginners’ course in the autumn so I’ve got some catching up to do.

I’ve come unprepared – not even a quill or piece of vellum. Today we need pencils – soft ones and hard ones. To my rescue comes Carrol who lends me a gamut of pencils that I never knew existed. 2B – the mildly footloose one; 4B – the maverick one; 2H – the controlled and empathetic one. Each of these would have to become my friends. After a small shading exercise I realise that they are all like untamed horses – It’s my job to break them in gently or perhaps harshly.

Carol’s Pencils – with smudger

Sorry Carol, I can return your pencils but I’m afraid I’ve liberally dispersed the graphite on my recently purloined piece of paper. It was a shading exercise that made us think about ‘pressure’. I naturally succumbed to using the ‘writing grip’ – I didn’t know there was any other way of making marks on paper. My kindly teacher then introduced me to the ‘underhand’ grip for making longer and straighter lines.

That’s the grip for me – the underhand grip. I hope it doesn’t reflect my nature. Perhaps it’s called the underhand grip because it’s a little bit like tricksters, trying to conceal some sort of magic.

Well there we are – my first step in my quest to become a creative: to unlearn all of the habitual behaviours that I learnt in school. I guess that’s my main revelation in Lesson #1. – realising that there are other ways of doing things… even if it’s in a rather underhand way.

6 thoughts on “Lesson #1: I forgot to buy my pencils

    1. Mark’s inside circled frames. I was confused when the teacher said she was going to look at our marks when we had only just started the course??

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  1. Found you at last! Really enjoyed this and look forward to following your progress (and thoughts and insights!) Watching how our 6yr old granddaughter’s creativity has been so positively nurtured since Nursery, and now by her school, with such delightful results, makes me realise that any artistic creativity I might have had was certainly never nurtured by my own schools back in the 60s. Enjoy that class on all our behalves!

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    1. Hi Nicky. II didn’t mean to be so elusive. Yes I’m sure your grand daughter has all the spontaneity that children have. Whatever do they do to us at school.

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  2. Good work Eddy! There is noting like the experience of drawing with pencils…. do bring those emotions out and do not be too judgemental on the manifestation of your lines and textures, the more abstract, the better. Just let it be, let it take its own course… observe carefully as it eventually start telling you stories, all sort of stories. Saude!

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    1. Hi Guillermo. Pleased you had the chance to read my convoluted thoughts about my social prescribing experience. It’s leading me down a path of self-discovery. When I be the same at the other end? Watch this space.


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