The Sketch

I have returned to a former state of life.  The supplies have been bought and lay in a box by the wall near my computer.  I now have time which I didn't have before I retired.  I used to draw, people even.  Then I stopped; the muse silent for so long.  Could I rouse the spirit?  I take pencil in hand and start with the head  working my way down to the legs.  Shade and change; draw and erase.  I have created something.  It is a copy of a wooden facsimile.  It is my second attempt at sketching.  Writing is not my forte.  I am better with numbers and my hands.  Art and math seem to go together, at least for me.

I am trying to start a Math class for parents of middle school students through Putnam Valley Parks and Recreation.  I want to be able to help the students by making math more comfortable for their parents.  Parents readily help primary students with their homework.  Middle school is another thing, a daunting time in their lives.  Most parents don't have fond memories of those days and don't want to return.  Many a parent has admitted to having a difficult time with math.  The kids suffer for it.  I hope to make a difference.  The class hasn't started yet.  I've reviewed my preliminary lesson a bunch of times.  Now I wait.  A void to fill.

Will sketching fill the void?  It's rewarding when it turns out to look remotely like what you want it to be.  It's a start.  I don't know how far I will go with it.  My next subject may be my cat.  I have a cute picture of him peeking out from under a pillow.  We'll see how that works out.  Nothing ventured; nothing gained.  Here goes.