#1: What Happened in the Drawing Class

I took a drawing class at my university as an elective. This course was targeted for non-art major/minor people like me. It surveyed the very top surface of the deep art world. Here, I would like to share with you what happened in my drawing class. You may glean some new tips about drawing. Or you may mitigate your boredom a bit by reading my story about the class. Well, I hope it will be enjoyable to you in anyway.

The very first official drawing.
Used a 2B pencil, an eraser, and a finger tip.

There were three different tea pots. Obviously, I picked the most interesting looking pot. The chosen one was really really reeealy black. (Little did I know I had to work harder to catch all the different values on that dark surface!)

As a result of being unnecessarily meticulous about proportion, I spent nearly 60 minutes to have a ROUGH sketch on the paper. At this point, I looked around and panicked at other people's 70% done drawings!

In spite of my great expectation for receiving specific instructions, such as "use your blending tool like this way" "you achieve good value by doing that way" and etc. My instructor only left me a profound statement, which, throughout the entire five-month-long course, faithfully continued to comfort struggling/lost students. In a simple and insightful way, his deep voice tossed the words into the air: "Draw. what you see."

I enjoyed observing the pot. Its dark surface was transforming the somewhat stark classroom into a romantic city at dark, starry night.