"Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!" - unam.
"Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!" - unam.
"Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!" - unam.
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at the paper. Don't take your eyes off the model; just look at her and make the lines on the<br />
paper without looking at what you're doing.<br />
One of the guys says, "I can't help it. I have to cheat. I bet everybody's cheating!"<br />
"I'm not cheating!" I say.<br />
"Aw, baloney!" they say.<br />
I finish the exercise and they come over to look at what I had drawn. They found<br />
that, indeed, I was NOT cheating; at the very beginning my pencil point had busted, and<br />
there was nothing but impressions on the paper.<br />
When I finally got my pencil to work, I tried it again. I found that my drawing had<br />
a kind of strength a funny, semiPicassolike strength which appealed to me. The<br />
reason I felt good about that drawing was, I knew it was impossible to draw well that<br />
way, and therefore it didn't have to be good and that's really what the loosening up was<br />
all about. I had thought that "loosen up" meant "make sloppy drawings," but it really<br />
meant to relax and not worry about how the drawing is going to come out.<br />
I made a lot of progress in the class, and I was feeling pretty good. Up until the<br />
last session, all the models we had were rather heavy and out of shape; they were rather<br />
interesting to draw. But in the last class we had a model who was a nifty blonde, perfectly<br />
proportioned. It was then that I discovered that I still didn't know how to draw: I couldn't<br />
make anything come out that looked anything like this beautiful girl! With the other<br />
models, if you draw something a little too big or bit too small, it doesn't make any<br />
difference because it's all out of shape anyway. But when you're trying to draw something<br />
that's so well put together, you can't fool yourself: It's got to be just right!<br />
During one of the breaks I overheard a guy who could really draw asking this<br />
model whether she posed privately. She said yes. "Good. But I don't have a studio yet. I'll<br />
have to work that out first."<br />
I figured I could learn a lot from this guy, and I'd never get another chance to<br />
draw this nifty model unless I did something. "Excuse me," I said to him, "I have a room<br />
downstairs in my house that could be used as a studio."<br />
They both agreed. I took a few of the guy's drawings to my friend Jerry, but he<br />
was aghast. "Those aren't so good," he said. He tried to explain why, but I never really<br />
understood.<br />
Until I began to learn to draw, I was never much interested in looking at art. I had<br />
very little appreciation for things artistic, and only very rarely, such as once when I was<br />
in a museum in Japan. I saw a painting done on brown paper of bamboo, and what was<br />
beautiful about it to me was that it was perfectly poised between being just some brush<br />
strokes and being bamboo I could make it go back and forth.<br />
The summer after the drawing class I was in Italy for a science conference and I<br />
thought I'd like to see the Sistine Chapel. I got there very early in the morning, bought my<br />
ticket before anybody else, and ran up the stairs as soon as the place opened. I therefore<br />
had the unusual pleasure of looking at the whole chapel for a moment, in silent awe,<br />
before anybody else came in.<br />
Soon the tourists came, and there were crowds of people milling around, talking<br />
different languages, pointing at this and that. I'm walking around, looking at the ceiling<br />
for a while. Then my eye came down a little bit and I saw some big, framed pictures, and<br />
I thought, "Gee! I never knew about these!"<br />
Unfortunately I'd left my guidebook at the hotel, but I thought to myself, "I know