Certain kinds of beauty come when the artist is a raw beginner. I’ve pulled out old drawings and appreciate anew the memories they evoke. I wish I had drawn more. Would that I had drawn tirelessly. Lack of confidence trips up too many young artists. But the drawings I made when I knew comparatively nothing have a raw, innocent candour. And now I find I reseek the beginner’s mind.
I began drawing some years ago using my left hand (I’m right handed). I wanted to get the awkwardness back, wanted it to slow me down and trip me up, and make me think harder about where my hand’s lines would go. I have loved the wavy line that is the consequence. The two kinds of drawings, right and left, seem to have slightly different personalities. It’s like finding your alter ego. There you are, long lost twin!
Do not have preconceived ideas about what drawing should be or how it should look. Sometimes be an explorer of the uncharted world.
You are living your life for the first time. It’s all new. Even when one is old, one has never been old before.
[Top of the post: the author’s high school drypoint of her Momma, scratched on plexiglass plate, based on a photograph from the 1940s. Aletha Kuschan]