Something Different

I’m taking a drawing class, hoping to improve my skills. The first of 8 sessions was today and the class was just what I was hoping for. Good instruction and long meditative silences as we all worked. There were seventeen of us and, in this first lesson, we spent two hours drawing still lifes in charcoal on newsprint.

Right now, I don’t see a direct path from still life drawings to embroidery, but maybe there will be some peripheral influence? And if not, the act of drawing feels like reward enough on its own. I’d forgotten how much I love art classes. A watercolor class I took years ago is still one of my favorite classroom experiences.