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Demetrio Venturini
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I was still behind the others of my age in my intellectual development and very timid about it. Mr. Tachikawa came to my aid and for the first time in my life enabled me to feel what is called confidence. It happened during art class. In the old days—in my day, that is—art education was terribly haphazard. Some tasteless picture would be the model, and it was simply a matter of copying it. The student drawings that mose closely resembled the original would always get the highest marks. But Mr. Tachikawa did nothing so foolish. He just said, “Draw whatever you like.” Everyone took out drawing paper and colored pencils and began. I too started to draw—I don’t remember what it was I attempted to draw, but I drew with all my might. I pressed so hard the pencils broke, and then I put saliva on my fingertips and smeared the colors around, eventually ending up with my hands a variety of hues. When we finished, Mr. Tachikawa took each student’s picture and put it up on the blackboard. He asked the class to express opinions freely on each in turn, and when it came to mine, the only response was raucous laughter. But Mr. Tachikawa turned a stern gaze on the laughing multitude and proceeded to praise my picture to the skies. I don’t remember exactly what he said. But I do seem to recall that he called special attention to the places where I had rubbed my spit-covered fingers on the colors. Then he took my picture and put three big concentric circles on it in bright red ink: the highest mark. That I remember perfectly. From that time on, even though I still hated school, I somehow found myself hurrying to school in anticipation on the days when we had art classes. That grade of three circles had led me to enjoy drawing pictures. I drew everything. And I became really good at drawing. At the same time my marks in other subjects suddenly began to improve. By the time Mr. Tachikawa left Kuroda, I was the president of my class, wearing a little gold badge with a purple ribbon on my chest.

From: Something Like An Autobiography by Akira Kurosawa. 1981.




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