I am not artistic in any way. I can't draw anything worth anything, but I decided to take a water coloring class this semester. I figured it'd be easy peasey, and that the teacher would grade me on effort. Isn't that how you grade art (how naive of me)?
I have been getting good grades for the last few years, and it was important to me to keep continuing that. I know I won't do well in every class I take, but I want to keep up my streak for as long as I could.
Half way through the semester, I was having anxiety about the class. What?! I am being graded on skill? What?! It's not always about effort? What?! I am not getting perfect grades? You can imagine my distress. The students in my class were art majors, and I definitely did not have their eye or skill for art. For a little while my life was over (dramatic much?), but I soon accepted it. I convinced myself the world wouldn't end. I would be fine.
My final painting turned out very well, and all that struggle during the semester paid off. I finally learned a little something. I finally understood glazing, salting, lifting, and all the other watercolor terms and techniques. I was finally happy about a painting I created.
And that led to the best part of art class... I got that A! :D
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