Every artist was first an amateur.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I lived for many years thinking and believing that my creative bone was missing. Creativity was for anyone but me. What I made was rubbish, not nice-looking and certainly not mine! Yes, I began believing that, honest.
My friend Paul in Australia persuaded me in January 2003 to draw. He gave me the book ‘Drawing on the right side of the brain’ by Betty Edwards. First exercise is to draw a self portrait. Drawing this picture was scary. Without instruction I drew this.
I CANNOT DRAW, YOU SEE IT NOW. I was convinced of that when I was ready, hooked for ever on not being able to draw. The same as all my creativity, just in the rubbish bin. Paul took it very well and nodded me on to do the next exercises. I drew my daughter, a chair and my hand.
They were for reference so that I could compare these drawings to what I could do some time later with instruction. Other exercises involved negative and positive shapes, different shading and just practice, practice practice. Also one exercise I remember clearly. I had to re-draw a Picasso by turning the book upside down and I made the drawing upside down. Good way to learn how to draw what you see and not what you think that you see. Anyway, I got more confidence from that drawing.
This is a portrait that I drew two weeks later. I may still not like all the pictures that I draw of my face or other peoples faces, but I know that I can look and draw what I see now. The picture arrives easy when I draw like that. This is how I found the creative bone in my body.