You can never do too much drawing. (Tintoretto)
That quote proves true. Ever remember sitting in class and drawing a stupid picture of your teacher in a tutu or some embarrassing, ridiculous fashion? I moved on from being the one drawing the picture because I had a terrible moment happen in my life.
I used to be the “artist” of the embarrassing drawing of the teacher. I used to be cool and then pass it around such as you would in a movie. Sometimes it was caught with someone else and sometimes it lasted the whole class and nothing happened. Obviously, my class was enjoying making fun of the teacher while he thought we were smiling because we enjoyed learning cursive (which is ridiculous that we had to learn that dying form of writing). I took out my Sharpie markers and started drawing. My teacher was an old man, sort of “Mark Twainesque.” He had the long, flowing, dirty white hair and mustache that looked like he should be teaching college rather than grade school.
I drew him with an enormous head, teeth that looked like they should be on a beaver, a typical humiliating picture of the teacher. Well, while I was finishing my masterpiece, my attention was lost in the class and that was noticed by Mr. Harrison. Now, when I say I was finishing my drawing, I mean I was using about six different colors of Sharpie markers; this was going to be a work of art. Mr. Harrison slowly makes his way towards my desk and my newly created Michelangelo piece of work. I feel like I was in a movie because he was standing immediately over me while I was drawing, clearly not paying attention to anything.
Mr. Harrison grabs my creation out from my desk and takes a look; my face is beat red. He starts to laugh, which I take as a good thing…wrong. It wasn’t that he was angry at me; he just started making fun of my drawing. He said it was the worst drawing he had ever seen; keep in mind I am only in 4th grade. Then he gets a little angry. He starts swearing as though he was 6 deep at a dive bar rather than a 4th grade classroom. Meanwhile, I am sitting there, my bladder is becoming weak and my eyes are slowing becoming Niagara Falls.
On her morning stroll, the principle, Ms. Heedy, overhears Mr. Harrison ripping me apart and enters the classroom. She takes him into the hall and I have no idea the conversation that went on, but I could not fix what just happened to me. I could not bring myself to create another work of genius for years. I could have been the next Van Gogh, without the whole ear thing.
I guess what I am trying to say is… don’t be afraid to draw, don’t worry what other people think because art is how you see the world. Maybe don’t draw in a classroom while the teacher is standing over you, watching you…or don’t get caught.