Drawing Classes

I never would have thought drawing is the foundation to achieving better paintings.
Since my mom passed early this year, I decided that maybe taking a fundamental art class would be a good idea. Before my mom died, she told me to keep doing my art. She always liked what I did, but I always felt something was missing.

I was never good at perspective or proportions. Most of my work was out of my experiences in life or just my creative edge.

It seems that this is just not good enough. My paintings only sold occassionally and I have only been juried into exhibits few and far between.

I thought hard and long that maybe, the class I missed while in college was the basis for my continued rejection. Not sure if that is true, because Andy Warhol constantly was rejected, and suddenly he hit the pop art scene and became a famous iconic figure.

So, here I am now taking a credit course in drawing.

My mom

The last two years for my mom have been a bit difficult. About a year and a half ago, she was bleeding internally. After receiving many pints of blood, the doctors finally found the bleeding and stopped it. That took many months of recuperation to feel somewhat normal again.

Then, mom stubbled over her walker and fell breaking her humerous bone. She was so bruised from the fall and break. It took time to heal. But, her attitude of being around made her work hard to get better.

Now, her most recent decent has been a bit more nerving. She was diagnosed with bronchitis, pneumonia, and congestive heart failure. Released from the hospital too soon, she couldn't seem to get her strength back. Mom didn't want to eat or drink much.

Today, I had her rushed to the hospital. I am very worried. She was very dehydrated and her sodium levels were quite low. The doctor assured me she will be fine.

Mom is 83. I am an only child. I lost my dad about 13 years ago from cancer. I was devastated. Although I am married, and I have two beautiful girls, I am very close to my mom. I was very close to my dad. I don't want to think about her death. I can't face it. I have prayed for strength, and I believe God has given me that strength or I am just so tired that I don't know what I really feel. I just want to keep my mom forever.