Today’s drawing derives from a joke I remembered while doing initial sketches this morning. It’s an inside joke from an art class a long time ago, and now that I think about it, I might be the only one who remembers it. Anyway, the joke was that anything you tried to draw and failed utterly at, you could simply write off as a couch. I drew a lot of couches in portrait study, and most human forms I attempt are couches. Sitting across from the pretty girl in art class as you sketch each other’s faces in charcoal was a nervous experience. At the end, you’d look at each other’s drawings, and faced with the inevitable, “Hmm,” you could try to salvage what was left of the situation by telling her that you’d misunderstood the assignment and had thought that you were supposed to have drawn the couch behind her (because it’s a law that all art studios must have at least one couch, typically odd-smelling and draped in a sheet smeared with media of every type), and that you’d tried in vain to make lemonade from lemons.
So this morning, struggling creatively, I remembered this dumb joke and thought, “Hey. Lemons.”
[Also, I just signed up for the Writing 101 blog thing. Hopefully, I’ll find more ways of posting creatively once it starts up in June.]