A fistful of dollars
For the past four months I have been engrossed in my first university studio art course, an introductory drawing class called Sketching for Communication. The final project was to complete a storyboard that combined a narrative with all of the drawing topics we studied. All semester I wondered what I would choose as a story for this assignment, but on the day we began working on the project I quickly settled on the anecdote I related in “It Will Come Back to Me Someday.” Artistic license made the project both less and more difficult: The string quartet was replaced with a lone guitarist so there were fewer people to draw, but the setting was moved up the street to the Castro Theatre, a site with more interesting architecture. I regretted that decision many times while struggling to decide how to simplify the neon, the tiles and the decorated facade. I owe much to the detailed coaching (or ”art direction”) of my instructor. There is more hard work than talent in evidence here, but the end result shows that I learned a lot.
