RL post re: art class
Aug. 25th, 2006 01:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soc_puppetI think.... I think, I think, I think... I think I may have finally made a friend at college.
Yeah, I know, a whole year already and I'm only making a real friend now? Well, hear me out. For starters, I've already got a number of friends from High School at college. Not really a lot of close friends, but friends nonetheless. People I know and can talk to. That sort of thing. And I'm a desperately shy person, and I don't usually 'click' with a lot of people easily, so that kinda limits how well I get to know my peers.
Last Tuesday, though, was my first Drawing class. I already knew someone in class (Kally--and forgive me if I've spelled her name wrong), so I didn't expect to connect much with other people. And then the teacher mentioned technical pens, and how people who wanted to go into graphic novels might want to ask for a set for Christmas/equivalent holiday/something. I perked up immediately, as did a girl sitting not too far from me. ...We kinda spent the rest of class occasionally exchanging grins, and I at least was laughing inside.
Turns out her name is Joan. She can knit but not crochet (I'm the opposite), and she likes blending a lot, while I don't have a lot of experience with shading due to usually prefering lineart ^^a She seems really nice and cool, and we chatted together for a while before class yesterday. We compared what scraps of art we had on us, and talked about the price of materials and a few other things. She is indeed an awesome artist. Here's hoping I get to know her better. *crosses fingers in hopes of a new 'real' friend*
Art class was something else, let me tell you. We spent about an hour and a half just playing with our supplies--getting to know what they could do and stuff. The teacher kinda wandered around amongst us and commented on what we were doing, giving suggestions here and there. When he finally stopped at my easel (after making one full circut of the room), I had this to say:
Socchan: You're not picking on me at all. I'm feeling left out :(
...He kinda cracked up for the next few minutes. He ended up telling me I was doing pretty well, and his only criticism ended up being of the ink I was using: it tended to fade to purple-ish around the edges or when diluted. I didn't mind, since I did dig it up from the supplies I had at home, but I did expect a little complaint about my work. It left me very little to work off of, especially since we weren't supposed to be drawing anything recognizable--we were just supposed to scribble and stuff while we got to know our tools. I had to scrounge for ideas.
We had a brief break halfway through class, after which we drew for another ten/fifteen minutes or so. Then he told us to get a new piece of paper and start a gesture drawing. I then proceeded not only to be the only one who really remembered what a gesture drawing entailed (by his definition)--starting with large outlines of the whole thing (ignoring individual objects for the time being), and then moving on to progressively smaller details. While we drew, he went around, looked at the different drawings, and asked us how we started them (what we drew first). I pointed out the lumpy, hilly outline that I started with, and he moved on.
When we had about ten minutes left, he stopped the class to share a few details. ...He ended up showing my drawing to the rest of the class and pointing out my first lumpy line as an example of how to start. Which was flattering, I admit, but also kinda embarrassing. ...I'm half-hoping this trend doesn't continue, since he said that a number of people every semester take art classes only to show off what they can do, and I'm really not hoping to end up as (or even seem like) one of them.
Thankfully, he went on to point out that mine definitely wasn't perfect and I had a lot to work on (including some suggestions), so I do have some idea of where to go next. Good thing, too, since that's our first big assignment: 60 gesture drawings.
...I could use a little more to work up to, though.
Yeah, I know, a whole year already and I'm only making a real friend now? Well, hear me out. For starters, I've already got a number of friends from High School at college. Not really a lot of close friends, but friends nonetheless. People I know and can talk to. That sort of thing. And I'm a desperately shy person, and I don't usually 'click' with a lot of people easily, so that kinda limits how well I get to know my peers.
Last Tuesday, though, was my first Drawing class. I already knew someone in class (Kally--and forgive me if I've spelled her name wrong), so I didn't expect to connect much with other people. And then the teacher mentioned technical pens, and how people who wanted to go into graphic novels might want to ask for a set for Christmas/equivalent holiday/something. I perked up immediately, as did a girl sitting not too far from me. ...We kinda spent the rest of class occasionally exchanging grins, and I at least was laughing inside.
Turns out her name is Joan. She can knit but not crochet (I'm the opposite), and she likes blending a lot, while I don't have a lot of experience with shading due to usually prefering lineart ^^a She seems really nice and cool, and we chatted together for a while before class yesterday. We compared what scraps of art we had on us, and talked about the price of materials and a few other things. She is indeed an awesome artist. Here's hoping I get to know her better. *crosses fingers in hopes of a new 'real' friend*
Art class was something else, let me tell you. We spent about an hour and a half just playing with our supplies--getting to know what they could do and stuff. The teacher kinda wandered around amongst us and commented on what we were doing, giving suggestions here and there. When he finally stopped at my easel (after making one full circut of the room), I had this to say:
Socchan: You're not picking on me at all. I'm feeling left out :(
...He kinda cracked up for the next few minutes. He ended up telling me I was doing pretty well, and his only criticism ended up being of the ink I was using: it tended to fade to purple-ish around the edges or when diluted. I didn't mind, since I did dig it up from the supplies I had at home, but I did expect a little complaint about my work. It left me very little to work off of, especially since we weren't supposed to be drawing anything recognizable--we were just supposed to scribble and stuff while we got to know our tools. I had to scrounge for ideas.
We had a brief break halfway through class, after which we drew for another ten/fifteen minutes or so. Then he told us to get a new piece of paper and start a gesture drawing. I then proceeded not only to be the only one who really remembered what a gesture drawing entailed (by his definition)--starting with large outlines of the whole thing (ignoring individual objects for the time being), and then moving on to progressively smaller details. While we drew, he went around, looked at the different drawings, and asked us how we started them (what we drew first). I pointed out the lumpy, hilly outline that I started with, and he moved on.
When we had about ten minutes left, he stopped the class to share a few details. ...He ended up showing my drawing to the rest of the class and pointing out my first lumpy line as an example of how to start. Which was flattering, I admit, but also kinda embarrassing. ...I'm half-hoping this trend doesn't continue, since he said that a number of people every semester take art classes only to show off what they can do, and I'm really not hoping to end up as (or even seem like) one of them.
Thankfully, he went on to point out that mine definitely wasn't perfect and I had a lot to work on (including some suggestions), so I do have some idea of where to go next. Good thing, too, since that's our first big assignment: 60 gesture drawings.
...I could use a little more to work up to, though.
