Last friday I had my last drawing lesson. It was at the national gallery. The teacher showed us around, showed us good and bad paintings and made us draw some things. I never been to the national gallery before, so it was quite an experience.
I didn’t know that for this last lesson he was merging the drawing group, with the painting group. That’s when I learned I’m famous through my art. One of them said to me “So, you are the one that draw the sneeze?” Well… we all draw a sneeze because that’s what the teacher asked us, but I was the only one of two or maybe three, that didn’t go for abstract.
I generally don’t like abstract art, I don’t like producing it and I don’t like watching it. I decided to try to be symbolic about it and I draw this:
I’m not proud of the quality or technique of that drawing, but I’m proud of the idea. At least one person said he liked it during the lesson and a couple lessons later it was mentioned again and, as I said, in the last lesson people from other groups mentioned.
In my second attempt I tried to convey the release after the sneeze, but I didn’t like the result. Nevertheless here it is, the before and after of an explosive sneeze:
