An apple a day

Doctor’s orders, right? An apple a day. Evidence supports the health benefits.

We have all heard about the 10,000 hour thingie. Want to get good at something? Do it. Do it over and over and over. Yet deep inside, many of us continue to believe in the idea of pure talent. Raise your hand if you’re one of the many.

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I am here today to bare my soul and show you the fruit, as it were, of doing something over and over. Of practice. Of a whole bunch of hours. Not quite 10,000 yet, but I’m just getting started.

 I have for years wanted to take a watercolor or drawing class, but for almost four decades I had extremely full-time work. Last fall, at last, I tootled off to our wonderful art store, the Drawing Board, and plunked down a lot of assorted bills. (I will spare you the gory details.) In exchange, I went home with cool paper, some brushes, and an intriguing selection of watercolor tubes, all of which remained a total mystery to me. What does a person do with such tubes? There was method to my madness: I had signed up for a class.

My supportive husband, who does most of our grocery shopping (even though he could live on cereal), began to bring home vegetables and fruits for me to paint. (Note: checkout clerks often commented on his colorful assortment. They probably thought he was eating them. By the time he/we did, they weren’t quite as colorful any more.)

 I became obsessed with apples. Apples, for me, were impossible. Mine didn’t look round. The colors were all wrong. Sometimes they looked like pomegranates, which in turn looked like very unfortunate Christmas ornaments. Nobody else in class was having any trouble. Obvious Leda-like conclusion: I had no talent. Temptation: give up.

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 (Possibly my first attempt. Had to add colored pencil to this mess.)

 Surprising myself, I didn’t stop. I kept painting apples and seeing more. Stems, colors, shape, values, highlights, light. An apple actually tells a story–how it grew, whether it rained, where the sun hit it, etc.–and mine began to look a wee bit like apples.

Because you will probably demand proof, and because I live to serve and am brave, I’ve included samples.  I am learning, and I am starting to love my apples.

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 (This one is graphite and is all about values.)

 Painting/drawing isn’t the same as writing. One example: what I want to paint is right in front of me. But both require commitment, and there’s no waiting around for inspiration in either discipline. While I don’t expect to reach apple nirvana, I do expect to keep painting and drawing.

I love doing this work. I enter a flow state where hours can pass before I know it.

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 (Getting better!)

 Unlike publishing, nobody else gets to make decisions about my attempts at art (though I did have, temporarily, a gentle advisor. Thanks due to Susan Bull Riley, brilliant artist and teacher, and to the congenial women in our class.). And I do not yet know how this will inform my writing. You have probably already made all the obvious connections, you smarty-pants folks. But you may have missed a wonderful essay by John McPhee (hero) in the April 29 New Yorker,  which is not entirely relevant but can be squeezed to fit.

If you lack confidence in setting one word after another and sense that you are stuck in a place from which you will never be set free, if you feel sure that you will never make it and were not cut out to do this, if your prose seems stillborn and you completely lack confidence, you must be a writer. If you say you see things differently and describe your efforts positively, if you tell people that you ‘just love to write,’ you may be delusional.

There you go. Back to my apples.

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 PS: the colors are better and the images sharper in real life, if I do say so myself.

PPS: I have also used many now-digested Brussels sprouts as subjects. Fun to draw. Highly recommended as both subjects and victims.

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18 responses to “An apple a day

  1. Leda, I love this! It gives us all hope. It’s fascinating to see in your first attempt that the apples were there — the colors, shapes, highlights, values, character. They were Apple. But WOW, the refined, practiced end result! So glad you went for it!

    I wonder how often I’ve remained satisfied with basic apple-ness in my writing. Or how often I’ve been so frustrated by the discrepancy between my basic apple-ness and my envisioned true apple-ness that I’ve just half-appled it.

    apple apple apple apple apple apple

  2. Leda, you’re a wonder. Add artist to musician, writer, teacher, friend!

  3. Nicole

    Leda, your apples really feel like there is fruitflesh beneath the skin–what a wonderful thing to see your own development! Super post. xo

  4. I loved the brilliantly messy story with its perfect — truly! — ending.

  5. Thank you, Jeannine! Do you mean the ending about the brussels sprouts of the final apple? Confusion reigns.

  6. Bonnie

    Fantastic Leda! Just like V. VanGogh! The drawing is terrific too and would make a fine etching. Printmaking is way fun.

  7. Thank you, Bonnie. Yup, VanGogh came to my mind as well. Ha ha ha ha. You are too funny.

  8. Leda, that’s awesome!!! Love the quote you included too. And I dunno. All of those apples look good to me. I’ve always wanted to take up watercoloring, so you’ve inspired me to at least try–but not till after I get the revisions done on my book. Miss you and VCFA!

  9. A fabulous post, Leda. And I love all of your apples! Each one is different and distinct. I am inspired by your courage and determination!

  10. Lindsey Lane

    Oh, Leda…I allowed myself to read one post this morning and I am so glad it is yours. Brilliant. If McPhee read it, he would be proud to be in your company. xo

  11. Lindsey, I am so honored! Thank you.

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