The first of many endings…

This past week marked the end of my first full semester of classes. I am very emotional about it. I’ll see my professors once more for my final critiques.

My figure drawing professor lent me a pencil and told me I could keep it. I feel sentimental about it. I want to draw with it and I don’t. I don’t want to use it up, but I know he would rather I draw with it.

I struggled with him a bit in the beginning. After I complained that he was not providing enough instruction, it opened the flood gate for another student to have an overly dramatic confrontation with him. I felt bad I had encouraged that. I should have brought up my grievance in private. As I am a professional artist, he had some high expectations of me and sometimes was pretty curt in his complaint of my work. I didn’t want to work to please him, but I found myself trying to. When I did that, I didn’t find my groove and I produced crap. When I blocked him out, I did so much better. His is the first formal training I’ve received since middle school. I really enjoyed it. I’m going to miss it and him.

All these goodbyes hurt.

Namaste, my friends.



About PamelaDevine

Pamela Devine is a singer songwriter, fine artist, and filmmaker. View all posts by PamelaDevine

2 responses to “The first of many endings…

  • R.N.

    Namaste Pamela,
    This is really sweet, specially about the pencil and missing the classes. I still miss my drawing classes and my first art teacher in school. It was her encouragement that made me learn so much. 😦

    • PamelaDevine

      Thank you for sharing that. I think there have been so many people I’ve had to say good bye to lately, that it’s becoming something of a sore spot. It’s accumulative, this ache. I’ll have a whole new set of classes in January. More learning and interesting professors to meet. As it should be. 🙂

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