And, finally, here is my extremely accomplished Day 1 drawing:
All day I was glancing sidelong around my office, trying to determine whether there was anything that would be interesting to draw but not too demanding. Because I am nothing if not lazy. Well, come four o’clock, the tea rig was right there, you know? And it looked pretty straightforward . . .
But then, as soon as I started drawing it, I realized: white, shiny, twelvety gajillion shades of gray, . . . I knew I should have started with Carol Rosinski’s smoothie and graduation exercises. I knew I should have printed the value scale that she posted today, as if she were reading my mind. Carol, if you’re reading this—Stop being psychic! You’re creeping me out!
But it’s true what they say about that once-you-get-started-it’s-not-that-bad thing. I mean, I was gritting my teeth through the whole drawing, but after a certain point I was like, “Oh, what the hell, I might as well draw the telephone behind it, too . . .” And now with that lousy telephone there, the tea things look almost intentional, right? And turning the pad diagonally (which was the only way it would fit on my cluttered desk) was a brilliant stroke, too, right? Because with your head tilted as it is right now, you can’t even tell how cockeyed the mug is.
Clearly, I am an artistic genius.