"Take the pencil in hand, "the first sentence told me, "and draw a line."
I took the pencil in hand. I drew a line. "Draw a circle." I drew a circle.
"Draw a square." I drew a square. "Have you completed all these commands correctly?"
the page asked, and it offered a picture of each thing, just in case I needed a reminder
of what they were supposed to look like. I studied my line. I studied my circle.
I studied my square.
All appeared to me to be as good as what I saw printed next to the directions,
though maybe not as sharp and bold and exact -- but I hadn't used a ruler
or a compass or anything, so what would you expect?
"Are they just as they appear in the illustrations?" I checked again.
I had done what I was supposed to. "Then we wish you sincere congratulations!"
the words told me. "Now you are an artist."
Suzanne Strempek Shea