I have to laugh at the irony that a classic school behavior, i.e. raising one's hand, is what's elicited in me by the above description, but can you see my wildly waving hand over here: yes! yes! yes!
The joy of my art life is its being so fully learner-chosen and -directed.
Do you remember I purchased a downloadable class (at my own choosing) and said (at my own choosing) I'd use my art from those assignments for the 30 days of my 30-in-30 challenge in January?
How many days did I do so in January? Some. With great joy.
How many days did my curiosity lead me elsewhere? A whole bunch. Again, with great joy.
It's all good!
Today, I followed my nose to blind contour drawing, a practice that came to my attention through artist Debora L. Stewart who directed me to the Nicolaides style of drawing. The course of instruction in Nicolaides's 240-page book can evidently take hours a day for months and months if followed.
Deborah's one-sentence explanation was plenty fire enough for this self-directed learner! Couldn't wait to draw slowly, not looking at paper, only at subject and follow the contours and edges of the subject as though my fingers/pencil were touching what I saw. The idea of imagining that I was touching what I saw is what grabbed me.
No idea what I'll do with this. Can't wait to find out.