Monday, 9 January 2012


Just coming down from mild hysteria, as I went to my first Life Drawing class for several centuries. I felt far more exposed than the model, I was so inadequate.

It was a small group arranged in a studio just down the hill. I have been moaning I should brush up my life drawing for ages, but every class I could find was on the wrong day, or too far away, or whatever excuse I could come up with.

Then I found one had been set up within 10 mins wander.

If I didn't sign up I would have to have wimp tattooed on my forehead.

Annabel was the artist mentoring, she is big and noisy and does some quite enjoyable paintings. These are two of hers, the second possibly expresses her personality more.

There are about 7 or 8 in the group, I was too nervous to count accurately. We started with 1 minute sketches, worked up to 5 mins and ended on 20 mins.

It was exhilarating to be drawing again and torture to be doing it so badly.

Everyone else drew big and bold, I was tight and small.

Annabel has a special pencil thingy called a clutch pencil which has a great big thick carbon lead, so I came straight home and ordered one. Pathetic.

Our model was a rather fine woman called Blue [yes Blue] she was very good at posing in interesting ways. She looked very strong and "noble".

Good to draw if only I could remember how.


carol said...

Brave! You'll soon be back in confident form. Get Teach to bring in a troupe of fat ladies and set them high-kicking!

Gillian said...

How wonderful for you. I'm sure you will get better and bigger and bolder.
I too have a goodly collection of brushes, paints, drawing materials and paper, all of which are purchased in order to help me be a better artist.
The clutch pencil sounds like a new must have.
Cheers Gillian