In my Introductory Drawing course, we began using charcoal, much to my dismay. I hate the way charcoal feels against paper, the way it sounds when you use it, and how it gets all over my hands, it’s comparable to nails on a chalkboard for me. However, I had to stick it out for the sake of my grade and my progression as an artist. My remedy: stick in some earbuds and tolerate the messy hands until class is over. To my surprise, I ended up with a charcoal piece I am pretty proud of. The still-life we had to capture was that of a piece of tied, hanging cloth against a black fabric background.
