You see I had contacted him by email asking if he gave classes around the Montreal region or online for that matter. He politely answered me back that it was not excluded in his possible things to do, but at the moment he was too busy with all sorts of contracts. Believe me, this guy must have not enough hours in a day, if you saw his stuff, you would understand. But that is irrelevant (the fact that he is not giving classes) this is my goal now. To see if I can achieve that level of drawing, painting. Yeah the bar is up there, way, way up there.
So going back to my private courses with him, I am a unknown LIKE in his facebook page. But what that has brought me, is to his postings. So a few days before, he posted a speed drawing video, which I quickly went to see on youtube. It's almost like a silent film, which is a good thing because you are not distracted by noise and too much talking. I would love to have classes with this guy, but how do I do it? So I decided to auto-evaluate where I was in the scheme of things. I would begin by drawing a pencil sketch of a goblin type creature... which I have never done before a la Anne-Marie. What did I need to do that apart from paper and pencils and my faithful electric sharpener.
Props! Acorns would be a good one and I must have an incredible supply of them in the backyard since I have a magnificent oak tree.
Props! Acorns would be a good one and I must have an incredible supply of them in the backyard since I have a magnificent oak tree.
I happily made my way to the center of the garden where the majestic oak tree stood half naked, but still, in all it's splendor. I rummaged through the pile of beautiful rusty colored oak leaves, trying to find a couple of acorns. i wanted to see the hat! Feel the texture the smoothness, so that I can draw it exactly. Alas, all I could find was pieces of acorns and no hats! I hurried the squirrels above me communicating between each other. It almost sounded like laughing. As I looked up I noticed a little squirrel partially hidden behind the branch. He was all dressed up in combat gear. He suddenly bravely exposed himself in a bold manner and started the stare down. As I stood there with my hands on my hips, I just wondered what he would do. He slowly scampered to his secret hiding place and
brought out his brothers and sisters. They were all ligned up on the branches above. You must be wondering what they would do next? Exactly what i was wondering. I could feel the squirrel countdown... I knew something was going to happen. I felt a ping on my head and then another, and another. I was being bombarded by pieces of acorns aimed right at me. They were attacking! Of course, Desmond was on the other side of the yard behind the shed, hammering away. I was there to fend for myself. I hid behind our Martha Stewart garden living room set in our gazebo, which wasn't a great idea since we didn't have a roof yet. I was hunched over behind the chair, I wished I had my dad's binoculars right now. The attack had stopped. Suddenly I hear a little squeaky sound. I got up and slowly but surely, right above me, I see an acorn slowly being lowered an inch at a time and dangling in front of me. It was hung by thread of some kind which was hooked to a little branch, which was held by the squirrel! He was fishing, the acorn was the bait and I... well, I had to get the acorn.
Needless to say, I tried to get the acorn and everytime I came to grab it, the evil squirrel would pull it away. After about what seemed like an hour of fruitless grabbing, I stomped home terribly upset over the fact that I had no props and was totally acorn-less.
Needless to say, I tried to get the acorn and everytime I came to grab it, the evil squirrel would pull it away. After about what seemed like an hour of fruitless grabbing, I stomped home terribly upset over the fact that I had no props and was totally acorn-less.
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