The Likeness of Woman
Since the daylight hours are shortening, one of the outdoor life drawing sessions I enjoy attending had its final get-together on Tuesday. I normally leave during the final pose, I guess to avoid meeting people, but this time I stuck around to applaud the dancer come life model, the DJ, and Cleo Barnett the organiser, for hosting this neat event. I had a word with her afterwards and she gave me her details should anything similar take place throughout the year. Cleo is quite well known among creative circles apparently.
I’d like to think that I have a distinctive style. Not sure. I have always started from a person’s eyes, but I want to change that and learn how to begin from a basic line structure, while also getting better at drawing hands:
Afterwards, while unwinding my earphones at the lights, readying myself for the uphill walk to another drawing session in town, I ended up doing the very thing I most avoid and met someone new, a fellow artist named Janette, who I figured was pretty skilled simply by the look of her, not to mention simply pretty, and taking a note from Cleo’s previous act, I too shared my details. Although I’m not holding my breath over Janette hitting me up, I hope she looks into the sketch session I mentioned — speaking of:
It was a good night. Wondering to myself, if I don’t drive into the city next time and partake in the consumption of an alcoholic beverage of some sort, would that equal a fantastic night?! …Or, just, really shitty art-not-works?
I felt obliged to put an extra effort into my sketches that evening, primarily because I’m quite certain I was sitting next to Maree’s (life model) husband. I know right. Mind you, he was drawing too. So no dick pics or Roman orgy scenes graced the pages of my book.
