In art theory class I drew my first drawing which I never drew myself. I pretended to be a paraplegic and my partner was an art therapist. I could only blink to communicate. It was very frustrating at first because I just wanted to have her draw a mountain, but the only symbol I seemed to be able to communicate was blades of grass. She was very patient with me and enthusiastic. Often, just to please her, I would agree to whatever she was suggesting, no matter how far off from my idea. Towards the end the drawings became more entwined with what I was after and she drew the following image. It was actually quite relaxing just watching her hand move the oil pastel across the page.