My last life drawing post Nude No More I complained that the models were wearing clothes. WELL! This last model was nude AND geeeeeeeorgeous: Tall, long, lean limbs, beautiful body, beautiful face, long blond hair and she was really nice . . . I was soooooooo jealous.
My “art” posts are a bit sporadic, as is my energy. Have missed several classes cuz I is too pooped to pop . . . or in this case draw.
The life drawing class starts with very fast – today it was 30 seconds – warm-up sketches. These “quickies” are just to capture a single aspect of the model, like the way the body is . The poses for the remainder of the class range anywhere from 10 to 20 minutes.
15 minute poses
I’ve discovered I don’t have a lot of patience and am into “quickies”.
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.
The art of perspective is not limited to art.
Drawing on recycled paper or using ink that can’t be erased are ways of releasing my expectations and loosening up.
These were done on hardware store “painter’s paper” with charcoal
(the kind you spread on the floor to protect it from paint)
Leaning on a chair – didn’t draw the chair cuz I didn’t want to!
1-2 Minute ink sketches in a very small sketchbook
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The art teacher instructed us to focus on whatever gets our attention and then exaggerate it. Tall order . . . . . especially since this blog is G-rated for General Audiences.
(These are just for you Rick C.!)
Can you tell what “caught” my eye in each pose?*
The three sketches are all charcoal “quickies” – about 10 to 15 minutes each.
Sketch #1 – focus, the shadows (last pose, I was tired and they were what I responded to)
Sketch #2 – focus, his arm (exaggerated proportion – he has large muscular arms)
Sketch #3 – focus, his chest . . . this one’s fairly obvious.
Judy Formato collects 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 company Formato Brothers.
Here are my “befores” and “afters”:
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.