Seventeen

I am taking a drawing class. Two days a week, three hour classes, and right away I know how much more I have to learn. Alot....
It's inspiring to know that other artists throughout history have struggled through proportion, shape, and perspective as I have today and for the last two weeks. I just spent about six hours on a few drawings that really aren't worth looking at. I drew the same still life 8 times at different angles. I could draw it 1000 more times and probably still not be perfect... but just imagine what I would gain from such a feat. It's the equivalent of doing scales on a piano. It's not a song. It's not a melody. But one day it will lead to something great.
That is the hope anyway.