I sat afraid to make a pencil mark
While round me all the others made a start
I felt like a new baby in the dark
As worry stabbed me in my artless heart
Then I gripped my pencil in my hand
I’d bitten it so hard I’d made two holes
Then like a lost soul in a foreign land
I took a step in as I had been told
The science of art is rarely talked about
Measuring, proportion,volume,size
We hear of drama and of anxious doubt
But not that we should set free our own eyes
It’s simple but not easy, I should know
Every drawing pains me like a blow
How my heart sings 