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South Woodford Village Gazette<br />
DD’s 64 th Woodford Diary<br />
Some South Woodford scribbles from DD,<br />
our resident diarist and observer of all things<br />
local. Illustrated by Evelyn Rowland<br />
I’ve never been any good at painting. I<br />
am perfectly OK when giving the garden<br />
shed an occasional coat of preservative. If<br />
it’s a nice warm day. (I favour willow green.)<br />
But a ‘still life’ or a portrait? Impossible.<br />
I do remember drawing a square box with<br />
four windows, a door, roof and chimney,<br />
identical to what the rest of the class<br />
produced when we were five. I recall my art<br />
teacher at Woodford High with great affection,<br />
but I think she appreciated my willingness to<br />
scrub up the palettes over the butler sink<br />
rather than any skill with brush on paper.<br />
David’s dad was a fine artist and my son is<br />
very gifted. So, there might be some talent<br />
hovering around in our genes. Perhaps I had<br />
always, secretly, wanted to advance beyond<br />
the kindergarten crayons stage. Over the<br />
years, I have assembled a large collection of<br />
sketchbooks and paints and brushes from<br />
jumble sales and markets. But putting them to<br />
use always seemed to slip down the priorities<br />
on my to-do list.<br />
So, when an invitation to enrol in a 14-week<br />
beginners’ art course came through the door<br />
last July, I put it to one side. And later picked<br />
it up again. “Are you thinking of doing that<br />
course?” asked David. “I’ll come with you if you<br />
like.” (Newspapers do regularly feature advice<br />
on exercising the brain by learning something<br />
new, don’t they? Especially as we get older.)<br />
We started in September. Within easy walking<br />
distance too, down at the Salvation Army<br />
premises on Daisy Road. The local residents<br />
must have become accustomed to the bevy<br />
of hopeful Picassos passing by, carrying their<br />
rather promising portfolios, every Thursday<br />
afternoon. We’ve both done our share of<br />
teaching in the past; now, we’d gone back to<br />
school. As very ‘mature students’.<br />
A sense of community soon developed.<br />
“Avoid looking at other people’s efforts,”<br />
we were advised. But “stroll round and<br />
chat and see how others are doing,” was<br />
also recommended, which led to some<br />
much-appreciated mutual encouragement.<br />
Imagine my warm glow of hope when one<br />
fellow beginner, en route to the coffee and<br />
biscuits trolley, paused to comment: “You can<br />
definitely see that’s supposed to be a fox!”<br />
As the weeks went by, the social aspect of<br />
our ‘predicament’ intensified. We talked. “I’ve<br />
been taken right out of my comfort zone,”<br />
admitted Nicole. “I’m engrossed. This blocks<br />
out everything else. Great therapy.” I asked<br />
Eric how he came to register on the course.<br />
“I’m retired now. Wanted to get out of the<br />
house”. But it was so much more: Eric had<br />
visited Venice and Rome, been stunned by<br />
the lavish murals in churches large and small.<br />
“Everywhere you looked, astounding art. I<br />
wanted to learn more.”<br />
Diane impressed me deeply as she explained<br />
and analysed her feelings. She had been<br />
the head of a primary school. Now, she was<br />
finding this course “immensely difficult”. She<br />
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