Somethin' to Think About #13

It has been on my mind for the longest, maybe for two months now.  And I would have to say that maybe it is for the best, because it has been driving me to do things differently...

Drawing is a language, a speech.  It has it's own words, a vocabulary, an interesting way to display diction.  Now, I am sure some here already knew that, and it shows within their sketches and paintings.  However, I did not see this until someone showed me how to talk for the first time.

A child may not know words after their born, but his/her parent(s) would throw words to them consistently.  Hoping that he/she might utter that word, out of so many.  Soon, one word is recognized, and the child mimics.  And from one word, tries to use it for everything he/she might see..until, he/she is properly trained to learn other words and how they are associated with the object, setting, person, etc.

Same thing with drawing.  A curve, a twist, a circle, and before you know it, you have Sonic the Hedgehog.  Which was something I discovered for myself.  And from those words, I went for other words, that I felt suited me.  That interested me.  

And just like vocabulary, there is a vast of avenues waiting for those to explore, to understand, and to apply to the conversation.  Maybe not every word would be used for a particular subject..and maybe not every line the same.  But to know that word, that line, that understanding and its' purpose, as well as many opportunities to use it..that's something I desire.

When my teacher showed me how to speak with line, I tried to mimic, tried to say the words he was using; however, the words just did not come out right...I would get frustrated, trying to speak the words clearly and fluently, but only noise and wreaks came out of me.  And I became more frustrated.

And like a parent that would encourage the child to try again, so did my teacher.  After three months of trying, I tried again, and immediately, one word came out.  Out of so many.  And just like that child, I was happy and excited.  And from learning one word, one line, what it stood for, what it was meant to be, as well as what it could also mean, I found other words.  To the point where one day, I finally saw the lines (words) in my sleep on the way to school.  In one moment, I saw the lines constructed, I felt the weight of the pencil against the paper..all while seeing lines inhabit my mind.

After so many years learning to speak on my own, one year of being taught how to speak has shown me a difference.  Of what a real conversation is like.  Through lines.  How my lines can connect with someone else's.  How I can imitate them like a voice actor, or to learn the new word (line) to be used in my vocabulary.  

And since those classes, being taught how to speak, I've learned I still have much more to add to my vocabulary.  Just like I need to with my verbal speech.  To start tackling things I have never tried or to take thought of.  What does this line mean, how do I pronounce it?  How to I use it in conversation?  And that's something I am going to find out from today, til I die.

Contro out.

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