That was a big problem for me when I was six, in first grade. My best friend, Jimmy Brookhouser, never had a problem. I still remember his picture of a couch with a cat on it. He was good.
My mind was always a blank, so I started trying to remember what he had drawn last and tried to draw my version. Mostly my versions sucked, but at least it was something. Except when he drew a picture of a horse’s head. I was excited, I could do that! And I liked my version. Until the teacher teased me and asked if it was a giraffe. Apparently she thought the neck was too long, but I didn’t have a good mental picture of a horse in my head, so there was no way I could tell.
Fortunately after I went to a wedding I decided to draw a bride. It was more simple-minded than this picture,
I remember the circle for the head and most of a triangle for the body. I added something for the veil and had her arms sticking out with some flowers.
For some reason the teacher loved it. I didn’t understand why, but it solved my problem. From then on if she wanted a picture, that’s the one she got. Apparently she told my mother that I must have really been impressed by that wedding. I loved the teacher, but she never figured out I was just trying to avoid being humiliated.
Nowadays, of course, we’re not expected to draw from images in our heads. We can look at as many images as we want to find some we like and that might be suitable for our abilities. Did I ever say I love the internet?
October 23, 2024