Haven’t drawn for months as I stopped going to art class when I fractured my ankle (couldn’t drive). The fall semester of classes just started and I was curious to see if I’d lost all the progress I’d made.
I was even more curious to see how my energy held up since the fractured triggered the worst of all my fibromyalgia symptoms. My arms hurt during the 1 minute poses – probably because I was drawing furiously, holding tight to the charcoal, trying to stay in the saddle.
During these 5 -10 minute poses I slowed myself down to a trot.
Charcoal (The model isn’t as volumptuous as I drew her)
Charcoal (See? She’s quite svelte)
With this chronic condition I’m continually weighing the pain & pleasure ratio, trying to decide if the pleasure I get from activities is worth the ensuing pain.
Today, I’m sore and exhausted . . .
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!”