While we were drawing in the studio where I taught—years ago—there were difficulties that came as much from my frustrated and inadequate attempts to teach as from the normal technical complexities of drawing well and the imperfect ability of any non-superhuman to master them instantly even if I had been a great teacher. But there were also moments of surprisingly peaceful, encouraging, engaging grace. A fair microcosm in this way, I suppose, of learning throughout life.
moments of grace make it all worth doing, don’t they, very nice piece, thank you 🙂 Michelle
Yes, my dear Michelle, those are the moments that make *everything* else not only tolerable but potentially graceful as well. 🙂