On Saturday, I attended the first session of my six-week drawing class. It's my first official creative instruction class since eighth grade. I make, saw, draw, sew, cut, paint, and cook stuff daily, and I haven't had any instruction in fourteen years.
I make my living writing about, creating, and showing other folks how to make art, design things, and craft their way to a more fulfilling life. And I have no official training. I studied humanities in college, and had no room for visual arts coursework. I started my master's degree Ph.D-bound, preparing for a life in academia.
In short, I'm totally winging it here.
So, I decided to try something new. Instead of just figuring it out myself, I decided to seek some actual instruction, and see where… read more