So I finished up the pencil drawing today of the Canadian dancer child, and around the last 30 minutes of drawing I felt this depression wash over me. It was strange because I am not prone to depression. I have felt it a couple times in my life. I felt like a zombie struggling to actually finish the drawing, but I was determined to not quit. It felt like someone had died.
I started looking on the internet at Atelier programs and workshops. That, too, was disheartening because the courses all seemed completely unreasonable at this stage in my life – meaning I can’t just go off to school for 5 months like a new college student. I looked for nearby schools and ateliers. Utah and California were the closest, but again I can’t commit to a full course-load.
I found myself back at the Gage Academy website, which I have visited frequently over the past month. Located in Seattle, they actually offer weekend and weeklong workshops. I browsed their class offerings and found one that looked promising.
I filled out the registration, bought plane tickets, booked a hotel. I’m so excited – I’m going to Seattle to paint with a master next month.
