Tag Archives: art class

Sneek a Peek into my Sketchy Life – last ditch efforts

May 9, 2017Creative Expressions, Painting, puttering & drawing, Personal Reflection, Workshops, Seminars & Groups20 minute sketches, art class, charcoal, ditching classes, life drawing, water-color pencilCatnip Blog

Last day of life drawing for this semester. I’ve missed several classes, something I would have been loathe to do in my high school and college years when I never ditched nor dropped a class.

I distinctly remember the first time I stopped attending a class simply because I no longer enjoyed it. Wish I could say it was a daring and rebellious move . . . it was a community college class that I was taking just for enjoyment. I was in my 40’s and high time for a bit of rebellion . . . don’t you think?

But I digress . . . here’s the best of the last sketches . . . in my opinion

**Caught the likeness of both his front and his back . . .**

All these sketches were 20 minutes or less. I’ve discovered that my attention span is smack dab in the national average of 20 minutes. Ah . . . the things you learn in drawing class.

Sneeeeek Peeeek – Back to the drawing boards

January 9, 2017Creative Expressions, Painting, puttering & drawing, Workshops, Seminars & Groupsart class, charcoal sketches, life drawing, pen & ink sketchCatnip Blog

First week of art classes. It’s amazing how “rusty” I felt after just 4 weeks of not drawing. The model had not ONE ounce of fat anywhere on his body.

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I decided to push myself a bit and drew a few quickies using pen & ink. Ink is a bit intimidating since I can’t ERASE.

I drew him to look like an old man! . . . in my defense his head was shaved . . .

Not only didn’t the model have an ounce of fat anywhere on his body he didn’t have an ounce of hair anywhere . . . at least not in the places I saw . . .

My Sketchy Life – why the nude still shocks

November 9, 2016Creative Expressions, Painting, puttering & drawing, Psychology, Workshops, Seminars & Groupsart class, art history, life drawing, nude drawings, sketches, Tate Museum, Why the Nude Still Shocks articleCatnip Blog

If you are an art buff or interested in the psychology of nudes read this article Why The Nude Still Shocks. Not only is it interesting it underscores my past reluctance to put up the sketches of men as opposed to women. (see Equal Opportunity Nudes)

The model this week was male but he was wearing this warrior “get-up” that the men in the class seemed to enjoy drawing , . . must be a testosterone “thing”. I say “TAKE IT OFF!”

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My Sketchy Life – wonky, wacky & wobbly

October 9, 2016Creative Expressions, Painting, puttering & drawing, Workshops, Seminars & Groupsart class, charcoal sketches, life drawing, vertigoCatnip Blog

Ten days into walking like a drunken sailor without the drink or the sailing. My husband drove me to art class. It was nice to get out of the house. The vertigo is much better but I’m still a bit wobbly.

At first, looking back and forth from the model to the drawing pad was a bit disorienting and I was very tired after class – probably because my brain was working hard to compensate.

The focus for this session was using brown wrapping paper, black and white charcoal.

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"Food for thought . . . " — **“Wobbly is the least of her worries . . . She’s always been wonky & wacky . . . “**

Sneek a Peek – back to back basics

July 9, 2016Creative Expressions, Painting, puttering & drawing, Workshops, Seminars & Groupsart class, charcoal sketches, life drawings, nudesCatnip Blog

The general consensus among my women art classmates is they prefer drawing female curves rather than male muscles. Next week I’ll ask the men. One of the women said her husband was VERY upset she would take a class where the focus was staring at nude men.

For these sketches I threw muscles to the wind and just drew. I took a few liberties (like cutting off the models head because he was wearing a ridiculous helmet which I refused to draw and beefing him up a bit to match my own fantasies . . .)