My daughter Sarah is a talented artist. She is an amazing photographer too. My daughter Jenifer can dance. She is an amazing dancer. My granddaughter Caitlyn can paint up a storm – and it looks like a storm on the canvas. Grandson Tyler draws and he could work for Disney any day now. Granddaughter Simcha is an amazing author just like her Grandma Mel and no doubt will be on everybody’s Christmas list soon. In fact, our family has a long line of artisans. I am truly blessed. Not a one of them has received the awful artisan gene from me.
I am an alumnus from Western Washington University, an esteemed party school in Bellingham, Washington. Bellingham is a town famous for its musicians, actors, artists and expensive sculptures and art pieces on campus. During my tenure there, I decided I wanted to make some money to get through college and it appeared that Western Washington University would buy almost any alleged art piece placed in front of them during the early 80’s. So I decided to take an art class. The class I chose was Drawing 101. I mean how can anyone fail Drawing 101!!!
Our professor wanted to see what kind of talent she had in the classroom so she told us we could draw anything we wanted to draw. For my first drawing, I chose to draw God. I figured that nobody has ever seen God so how could I be bad at it. The professor told me that I couldn’t draw God because nobody knows what God looks like. My point exactly! “Well, they will in a minute!” I said.
She decided to get a bit more strict of her requirements after that so she told us that for our second assignment, we had to pick a reknown artist and attempt to draw something that they had. I picked Degas and than I drew a picture of a redheaded woman in our class – naked. I mean, the man drew an overabundance of redheaded women naked during his career. They were naked on the couch, naked in a bathtub, naked redheaded women everywhere!
Needless to say, this did not sit well at all with my art professor. And most certainly, not with one redheaded woman that I drew in particular. I penciled what I thought was a real life drawing. Her head was so small in relation to her boobs. If the sketch had been anything close to reality and she would have pierced her ears, she would have died. And her hips, well, I could have sat my beers on them.
The professor told me I should withdraw from the class before someone got hurt. I’m guessing she meant me. So my first foray into the world of art ended with a big “W” for Withdrawal.
But it’s not about me…