DRAW SOMETHING
I have no natural drawing or painting ability.
This picture is a self-portrait created on my iPad.
I’m actually rather proud of it because to my eye it looks a lot like me.
I love musical theatre.
Joseph in particular.
It will come as no surprise to anyone reading this that I worship cats.
So it is me: colourful & smiling, reflecting the rainbow and proudly displaying my inner feline.The Art teacher at school unceremoniously ditched me from her O Level course, accusing me of not trying.
Nothing could’ve been further from the truth.
I spent MANY sleepless nights attempting homework projects …Fast forward to 2012 and the Draw Something App.
At first I loved it and couldn’t get enough!
Then suddenly I noticed it had become de rigueur to post unfathomable pictures to social networking sites.
I’m sure none of my own opponents would do such a thing, but I began feeling uncomfortable.
The joy went out of the game for me and I became less inclined to log on to the app.There was something innocent and childlike about Draw Something in its early stages.
Somehow I felt it lost those qualities.Whether I’ll go back to it, I can’t say.
I don’t blame anyone for the shift.
It simply spotlights a wound inside of me.
My own father was a brilliant artist who lacked the time, patience or inclination to share his skills.
My mother, orphaned very young, has always shied away from anything creative.
I’m not entirely sure why I chose to blog about this.
Perhaps it’s more reflective than informative.
My darling husband tells me I CAN draw, but simply never learned & have a block to the process.
In fact, he taught me to copy the sketches of E.H. Shepard which filled many steroid induced sleepless hours.I suppose there’s something in here about the difference between teaching and criticising.
Nurturing and neglecting.
Encouraging and judging.All I know is I feel a little exposed.
And that’s not a welcome state or emotion for me.I leave you to draw something here ~ your own conclusions.
Lx
