I messed up. On this one, the child was younger, which means the head is just a tad too long. Children are rounder at the age I teach them. But he’ll grow into that stature. This is a young Portuguese student who has profound love of learning. He is a mature young man, much more a gentleman than those his age in the class. I could imagine him as the son of a fine fisherman along the shoredocks of Portugual. He has pride…manly pride in that gentle European persuasion.
So I’m looking at how he’s gonna grow and he’ll do fine. He has a healthy respect for social order which makes him easy to show around. He’s extraordinarily quick to look for jokes. And when he flashes his real smile, oh, such a charmer to become.
But me, I like his learning interest. Just the quest is what’s there for him. I’ve watched him do homework with vigor and questions. It was great being his leader in learning.
And today, they all got back at me. I got written up by “Sheba, Queen of the Tigress Universe” as “The Goofiest Teacher Ever”….and my darling young gentleman was in on the joke.
So I messed up somewhere. My skill was off. I will have to try again.
And what I love about ebony pencil is the smudge. I’m “goofingling” my way into finding my Pencil Strokes which are to be uniquely mine.
I bought a 12 pack of pencils and 2 large sketch pads and 2 smaller sketch pads. I have an electric sharpener…and for ebony….it must be electric. It is a very delicate graphite stylus which can shatter from it’s brittleness (less binders, hence smoother action) . Hand crank or even razor blade are not always perfect point. My preference has been new straight razor blades but these days, coming through airports with me whittling my pencil isn’t best choice. The purple phallic cornstile shape with the marsupial belly shavings catch: Botchch. I like this one.