This is the first model for this semester. Uh oh! It was the Kurt (from OPE blog) look-a-like again. He will also be back next week apparently. He has a heavy upper crust accent. British perhaps? He's also an actor. I think a few of the models are.
Things were coming along nicely in the second drawing when the fire alarm went off. We weren't able to complete that drawing and had to move onto the next when we were allowed back into the building, so it's in it's midddle stages with some oddities still showing that I would have worked into the drawing more.
This class is made up of many whom haven't taken drawing classes before, but they seem to be one of the more talented groups I've been among. I feel a bit like I'm at the bottom of the heap. I usually do feel that way during the first classes of the semester, but become more confident as we go on. I know others were feeling a bit at odds, not realizing how talented they are.
I stopped at the art store on the way home and saw Patrick Mills buying canvas and primer. I started laughing when I saw him walk up the the cash with a basket full of large jars of gesso and a whole large bolt of canvas. It was almost as tall as I was. I asked him how many he'd get out of a roll and he couldn't say exactly. Many of his pieces are huge, filling up a whole wall. He often paints outside in the coldest days of winter from what I've heard. That seems to be one of his things.
Now all of that being said, I've been exposed to many various types of art and artists in the last month or so and I've got to tell you....I still don't feel much closer to figuring out what makes art either good or bad and what makes one an artist. Above all else, I still haven't figured out where I fit in to this puzzle and if possibly I'm just an extra piece that's gotten shuffled to the wrong puzzle box.
Some days I feel like I just want to go home, but I don't know where that is. I suppose once you leave childhood, you never really feel at home anywhere ever again. Maybe that's what heaven is. A place that feels like home.
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These are nice studies, especially the sepia one on the left, nicely observed shoulders and arms. I know what you mean about not feeling at home anywhere. I think 'fitting' is a gift. I wish I had it.
These are very good. I don't know why you feel like you're at the bottom of the heap!
Now that's art!
Well they say "Art is in the eye of the beholder", I think that is true, what you like some one else may not, and so on. Basically if it appeals to you and you like it, it is art. As far as going home, well home is where the heart is, and I guess you make it what it is. I really love your art
Man i look good naked.
Kurt has a sweet looking butt!
Yes, the Canadian version of you Kurt keeps himself in fine shape.
he does look good nekkid.... as a matter of fact.... 30 years ago I would have bet money on it being the then boyfriend......
on one hand I'm glad our life drawing class model doesn't have a butt like that (wouldn't get much drawing done), but on the other.... :p
You are definitely NOT at the bottom of the heap...great sketches!
I know what you mean re. home. Sometimes, I would love to go back to childhood and forget about all those adult responsibilities.
Kurt used to have a fine butt.But, it's all behind him now!
lol. Thanks for the laugh Tony!
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