This afternoon we had our first life drawing session. I have done life drawing before, but only with a woman. I was at the front, so had to compose myself! It was quite an experience, and we’ll be seeing rather a lot of our model, Granville, as we are drawing him every week. We did mostly continual line drawings, so it was an afternoon of intense observation. Although they do not much resemble the human form, the most important part of learning to draw is to look, which is something I haven’t focused on before. They mostly resembled illustrative forms. It is quite hard to train your mind so that you don’t glimpse the page when you are drawing, as this counteracts the end result psychologically because you see just a scribble. The end result is, ultimately, a surprise, which is a very different way of working for me, but one that I like. I will upload some photographs of the sketches soon.
I’m on my lunch break, having had critical studies this morning. It was rather painful (for me), not particularly enjoying the subject, but this morning seemed even more tedious than last week. Perhaps it was because I was cold, hungry and had a headache – never a good combination.
I’m going to be drawing Granville in about 15 minutes. I think the next couple of hours are going to be quite – ahem – interesting. I also need to decide whether to go on the Venice trip. I have the cheque for the deposit at the ready, but having never been abroad, and having no passport, suitcase, and general sense of independence, this decision is difficult even for me, who can’t made a decision to save my life.
Well, I must go and prepare myself for this afternoon’s life drawing.
I’m blogging on my iPod at the bus stop, waiting for my first of two buses. The time is 8.28. I hate catching one bus, never mind two. If my first one is late then I miss my second (very infrequent) bus. Luckily that hasn’t happened just yet, but I feel sure it is likely to occur. Ah, I can just see the bus approaching – I’ll be back shortly!
So I’m on the bus. It’s packed and I’m sitting next to a woman doing her make-up. I have a feeling someone is watching me type this over my shoulder. Hi! Some woman on the phone just shouted “it’s Friday!” (…Friday…gotta get down on Friday…OK, I’ll stop now!). Oh dear, now people are having to stand. As I have found out from experience, that is not fun when you are encumbered by a bag of art materials. EDIT: someone from my old school is on the bus. I think she’s pregnant now.
The weather is grey and dull. I’m just approaching town now (and some poor woman nearly fell over when the bus stopped). It’s all systems go on this miserable Friday morning!
I’m now waiting at my second stop and I’m early for a change. It’s due in 7 minutes. I picked up the Metro on the way to read because I’m so educated with all the current affairs (and my brain needs stimulating). And the bus has arrived! Now I’m sat listening to a bit of Paramore and reading the Metro. Let the journey begin!
9.14 – I’m nearly at college. The weather is foul – very heavy rain.
10.59 – I’ve been outside all morning making compositions out of objects that make a visual contrast. I found a manky old shoe half buried in some soil. I thought I was uncovering a dead body!
We were put into pairs (eek) and had to work together. I’m terribly bad at socialising, and I’ve never even spoken to my partner. I generally can’t speak to people my age; I get on much better with adults. So it was very awkward this morning because neither of us spoke a lot. I’m glad it’s over. I’m incredibly tired already!
17.09 – just got on my bus home. It’s been a long day. This afternoon I was making a ‘sculpture’ (I say sculpture for lack of a better word – it was more of a…construction). We had to recreate the continual line drawings we had drawn using 3D objects. I used wire, fabric, wood, plastic etc. (basically a load of crap) and was working outside.
Quite frankly mine was a tangled mess, but so was the drawing I was basing it on, because we couldn’t look at the paper whilst we were drawing it!
But I could still claim it was ‘art’. I’m quite looking forward to next week though; we’re being inducted into the plaster and 3D rooms and the sewing machines. Monday, however, I am a little apprehensive about. Aside from critical studies in the morning, we are starting life drawing, and the model is male. Now, I’ve done life drawing before, but with a woman. The man’s name is frightening enough: Granville or something of the sort. Sounds like a cross between Gremlin and Gandalf. He is most definitely old. I’m sure I’ll have something to say about that whenthe time comes!
Well my bus is almost home, so I think I’ll finish here. Rather abruptly.