I took piano lessons when I was in elementary school. I don’t know why. I don’t know if I expressed a passing interest in piano to my mother and she signed me up. I don’t know if my mother thought I needed a music education and signed me up. All I remember is that I hated ‘practicing’ the piano because I could never get it ‘right’ and there was a lot of criticism and critical comments for what I was doing wrong. And, practice ‘time’ was immediately after school and before dad came home because you can’t practice piano when dad was home.
It was the practicing that did me in. It as laborious, a waste of time. The instruction wasn’t all that great to begin with. Certainly I wasn’t a great piano student. I don’t remember any adult saying “keep at it and sooner or later you’ll get it”. I just heard “you suck – practice harder, longer”.
Maybe that was the way it was done back in the early 70s. No encouragement, just criticism.
I find myself in my late 50s having accomplished nothing of merit. Probably because I didn’t practice hard enough or long enough at anything. I’ve resigned myself to being cast as a worker drone, existing to enrich others. Of course, I earned a living at the same time. But, according to some, that is questionable too.
So, in regards to practicing, I decided to take Sara Tepe’s advice and ‘practice to make progress’. So, I decided to practice digital drawing and painting on that Huion tablet and the new iMac I bought in August 2020 for that very purpose but haven’t done much with it. I will practice digital drawing and painting for 30 minutes a day.