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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
November by Walter de la Mare
Yes, Iˋve started to draw. I bought myself lots of coloured pencils, eareaser, sharpener and pencils in various thicknesses.
I try to draw three to four drawings a day. I like it.
I recognised that the boy I am in school for, likes to look a cartoons. He is always so facinated by the stories that I decided to help him by drawing pictures.
The teachers donˋt like when we talk in lessons to each other, because the teachers are disrupted when they have to teach something. So, when the boy has to ask me something during a lesson I often draw the answer on a sheet of paper. It works.
For me there is a lot to do, but the Internet has plenty of youtube entraces how to improve someones drawing skills.