drawing from life is always preferable to drawing from a flat image on a screen. learning how to draw the human body from life will help you to wrap your end around all kinds of shapes in 3 dimensions, around line, around light and shadow, around personality and expressiveness. it’s a great way to meet people, it’s meditative, it’s academic, it’s fun, it can only make you a better artist. being on the modeling side of these sessions has also given me a new perspective on the process, on what helps people and what doesn’t. most fun and fulfilling side gig i’ve ever had
u can really feel ur brain knitting itself together in new & exciting ways!!!! so good for experimenting w new materials & letting urself have some dedicated Art Time. my favourite bit is the few minutes after the last pose when everyone takes a beat to chat & admire everyone else’s beautiful art before skedaddling back off to the real world……….
the fewer the better
soon i will switch my browsers away from the info-eating tech giants and no one will find me (except when i want to return and be found)
for example. at this juncture of my life i am a brick wall. even a fortress, maybe. all obstacle. windows up high, no doors. something is happening inside, deep in the tower’s belly. the soft thing in the antechamber is glowing. it’s hardening like petrified wood. and no one would ever know, because it’s safe there. peaceful. no ego-drunk conquering lords come barreling in, no sad pilgrims, no tax collectors nor gamblers nor drunks nor pretty stable boys with ringlets enter here. the wall is impermeable and unscalable. every armchair explorer that has tried to climb it has given up, released and fallen into the waters below, more welcoming than the altitude. they, like most, were not ready for blisters. the brick wall is a happy wall, a technology without failures. press your face against it, hot from the sun, victorious
instead i like to think “damn kid go off, do that while you can” or, “me too buddy, me too”. it’s only such a short time in ur life when u can go out into the world and scream and cry and wail when you feel so moved. and good for them! i miss those days sometimes, and none of this stimuli is even new to me anymore. anyway, they certainly don’t know much better, and crying babies are an inevitability of life, so how could i be bothered? parents have enough to worry about without grown people being babies about their babies