Exactly one week until my kids go back to school. Can I get an “Amen!” sisters?!
We all know that Back to School is a period more welcomed by burnt-out parents than by kids, but this year, my kids aren’t the only ones going back into a classroom. I have signed myself up for a drawing class at a local art school. The class is called …. I Wish I Could Draw. So, perhaps, I’m not so much going back to school as starting all over again from Kindergarten.
I am one of those people who could happily take classes for the rest of her life. Education is wasted on the young, and I regret so much not taking the Intro to Art History course in my undergrad years. Lascaux to Rothko, it covered it all. The textbook weighed five pounds. My roommate took the class, and, honestly, at the time, it was not something that appealed. But now, now that the same roommate has taught me how to really enjoy how to walk through a gallery, now that I have a much stronger frame of reference for all of those historical movements, now that I have a vocabulary for techniques and media, I am full of regret.
At least I have learned to love looking at art. It is such a treat to go to a gallery and soak up all of the work on the walls. I come away from craft fairs and art shows with a buzz from all of the creativity, and I think, “I wish I could draw.”
“I wish I could draw” is something I’ve thought and heard myself say so often that it feels slightly surreal to think I am finally doing something about it. I do not expect to emerge as an artist ready for her own art shows, but I am so excited to begin learning. I’m also excited to sit down with my kids at the museum and open my own sketch book with a little less self-consciousness, a little less trepidation, a little more abandon.