The challenge I had as a therapist (not to mention as a human being) was to look beyond surface presentations, what I “thought” I knew and see my client’s situation/feelings/thinking not only from their perspective but within a larger framework.
Being a therapist was a gift. It forever helped me understand that perception always informs and colors my experiences, to look for larger patterns and see beyond what appears “obvious”. Most of the time I can see blessings behind every tragedy, and opportunities created with every mistake & mis-step.
Drawing, too, is about perspective. This session the class was so crowded I had to sit closer to the model stand than usual. It forced me to draw what my eye actually saw rather than what I thought I saw. For example, In the first drawing the foot (or my outline of the foot) is as long as his head – simply because his foot was closer to me.
Bet you can tell what was eye-level to me in this next drawing!
This last sketch was a 2 minute quick warm-up which always begins the drawing sessions to help our hands loosen up and draw what our eyes actually see not what our brains think we see.
Judy Formatocollects people – from bus rides, parties, meetings and invites them to her “POP” gatherings – Painting on the Patio. Yesterday I met her collection of very talented and welcoming women who have been meeting for 3 years to paint, chat and share resources.
Most of the women were doing water-color. I experimented with my newly purchased pastels to color two of my quickie life drawing sketches I had done in class.
The afternoon was topped off with wine and snacks. Judy served a verrrrry tasty egg plant dip that had zing from some delicious pepper sauce imported by the family fine Italian food companyFormato Brothers.
You’ve not heard from me for a while. It’s not that I’ve forgotten YOU it’s just that I’ve had nothing inspiring me and for those of you who have followed my blog for a long time know it’s ultimately ALL ABOUT ME.
Yesterday I started a summer art class – life drawing.Drawing still-lifes and such (you know the kind where the instructor wants you to draw a block of wood, a vase with an artificial flower and a porcelain doll who stares straight ahead with malice in her eye) just isn’t my “thing”. I’ve got nothing against still-lifes mind you (my life has been still on more than one occasion) but I prefer real flesh.
Here’s my first foray into real flesh since my one life drawing class in 1966. I was pleased . . . with the drawings, of course.