My oldest son recently has been asking questions about art. He wants to learn to draw. Hubby said “Ask your Mom. She’s a great artist.” So, I sat with him a few times and gave him pointers… not really expecting him to take anything seriously. (He jumps from thing to thing a lot these days.)
This weekend he asked if I would take him to the store to get some supplies. Nothing fancy, just some pencils, a real drawing pad, and colored pencils.
He was a little overwhelmed with all the choices, but we decided on a few basic supplies, and I told him I’d see if I had any colored pencils in my old art supplies. He was really interested in learning to draw in the Manga style, so I picked him up an instructional book.
As we sifted through my supplies at home, I came across my old sketch books, and my paintings.
Dude’s eyes opened in awe. “Wow, you drew these? Why did you stop?”
Why did you stop?
Well, the truth was, I hadn’t picked up a pencil or a paintbrush since a few weeks before he was born (and he’s 12) I told him, “After I had kids I just had different priorities.”
He said to me, “But we’re all older now. You should start drawing again.”
So, I figured, why not?
I sat down with a sketch pad, opened up the book on how to draw Manga, and just followed the directions.
To be honest, after not drawing for 12 years I was a little skeptical what I’d be able to do, but I was pretty happy with what popped out of my pencil within 15 minutes or so.
I have to admit, it felt really good having a pencil in my hand again. Yeah, I made a few mistakes and had to erase a little, but I was dern pleased that it didn’t totally stink after being out of practice for so long.
My son asked if I’d take a night a week to draw with him. I figure, why not? I need to work on my Manga hair, anyway. Maybe the next one won’t have split ends. 🙂