27 January 2010

My First Real Art Class

I know, I've been away. I've been incredibly busy, and I've had huge blog posts in my head, the kind of things that would have got in the way of work if I'd posted them. They've stayed in my head, so, except when my more forgiving friends have allowed me to indulge in a monologue or two.

Anyway, I'm just posting now to say that this week I went to my first ever life-drawing class -- indeed, my first ever art class of any sort since primary school. It was brilliant, and has me dying to find proper space in my life for this stuff again. We did loads of ultra-quick sketches, a couple of three- and five-minute ones, and then one longish one, for twenty-five minutes or so. Over the course of the evening I ditched my own pencils and borrowed some charcoal to try that. I did two drawings of the last pose, this being the latter:

I'm fairly pleased with it. It's not perfect by any means, but I think it's not bad for a sort-of-beginner. It's weird, really - I don't think I've drawn since I did this at Christmas 2007, so I'm surprised at how quickly I loosened up. I can't wait till the next class. In the meantime there's lots of work to be done.

1 comment:

CëRïSë said...

Ooh, I'm jealous. I've never had a proper life-drawing class; at my conservative university the models were always fully clothed (and I haven't had another drawing class since then, 11 years ago)!