I forgot my camera yesterday, so was unable to document (and post to Facebook for all the Moms and Dads and Grandparents to see) the amazing work my after-school artists did.
We talked about line.
Line can be thick or thin, wavy or straight, bold or timid.
It can be used to draw objects, but also to show where those objects are in space. It can show movement. As I was talking, I was drawing.
I added a simple horizontal line on either side of the vase, about a third of the way up.
“It’s on a table!”
I then drew three fast horizontal lines on one side. Being of the cartoon age, they understood right away.
We then drew fantastic flying saucers, with clouds and stars to help define the space. The last step was the addition of very exuberant speed lines, in color, to show that their spaceships were zooming through the atmosphere.
Now that it has started, I feel less stress about my little class. I think I’ve got a handle on it. The students are enthusiastic and – as usual – ready for anything.
My other jobs seem to be coming together, too.
So much so, in fact, that I met my friend, Judi, on Tuesday, for a good walk. We might do it again, today.
My schedule seems to have leveled out. I even made tentative arrangements to take a day next week to train for another job, just so that I could fill in on occasion, if they needed help.
I had dinner out with my aunt and my cousin last evening.
That was followed by a meeting last night about the Affordable Care Act. It was – appropriately – subtitled “Not (quite) As Scary as it Sounds”. I feel like I have a better handle on that now, too.
This little drawing has been sitting on my desk for a couple days now. Though it’s a simple sketch, I have walked by a dozen times thinking to pick up the clutter of objects, only to once again realize it is a drawing. That I drew…and left laying there.
I could attribute that to my poor memory, failing eyesight or the generally cluttered condition of my desktop.
I prefer to suggest it’s the expert rendering of shadows.