Back to the drawing school – Final marks

Cutting to the chase

We left it at the end of week 4, I think. I don’t really remember what happened in weeks 5 and 6 as this was back in November and I barely remember yesterday. The remaining weeks were devoted to our final project…a four page story.  I will share my final story with you at the end of this article.

Inspiration

I came up with the idea for my story swiftly and with, what seemed, little effort. Looking back, this was largely thanks to the teachings of Emily and the pace of the course. I took on board the theory that a story, be it written or drawn, can come from a simple, brief moment. Life doesn’t have to imitate TOWIE.

Rob had a weekend work trip to Barcelona back in October and I was looking forward to a weekend with the kids (honestly, I was). Well, things often don’t pan out how I dream. By Saturday afternoon I was feeling pretty stressed. I left the kids in front of the TV, telling them I would be at the table doing my homework should they need me.

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It’s hard but quite cathartic to draw how you feel. I find it easier than talking about stuff. I always draw myself much thinner than I am. This is so I can fit more stuff on tiny pieces of paper!

Another learning from my wonderful teacher, Emily, is a story can be built around a single moment. We don’t necessarily draw the opening scene of a story first. As I sat at my kitchen table, looking for inspiration for my final comic, I decided to be bold. To do something I am very bad at. Something that scares me a little. I’d rather pick up toenails with my own teeth than do this. Yes. I sat and acknowledged my feelings in that moment. Not with words, but with drawing. I drew how I felt. Tired. Failure. Beaten. Resentment. All are present in the little drawing above. In the drawing, I am trying to push all of those negative emotions back to the very rear of my mind. If I squeeze my eyeballs shut tight enough, it will all go away. Won’t it?

 

Negatives to positives

My husband returned from Barcelona on the Sunday. The children and I were alive and it was good to have my wing man back. The next few weeks at school and at home, I spent my time creating my storyboards. I showed a few people in my class and Emily and my story of woe got a few laughs. I can laugh about it now too and I feel that drawing has helped me feel less frightened about acknowledging negative feelings when they crop up.

My final comic is below. I drew and inked it all but ran out of time to experiment with washes on the background. My style is yet to fully show itself and I feel this will come about the more I draw and create stories. Sadly, I didn’t make the final class of term as poor Evie became very poorly a few days before and I couldn’t leave her, even for a few hours. I missed out on seeing my classmates’ work but I hope to see many of them on Part 2 of the course, hopefully starting in April of this year. But, hey, 9 out of 10 classes made when you have two small kids is impressive!

Enjoy! x

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