Figure Drawing Class
So, this is unlike anything I've ever done before. I took a drawing class in university, but that was 20 years ago, and it was pretty much art-for-non-artists. I got lots of practice, but I don't recall actually being taught anything. Still, best homework ever.
This, although it's a small art "school" fifteen minutes from home, has the potential to be much more educational. The normal teacher of the class took a look at my "portfolio" (read, fanart without naked cuddles) and let me into his intermediate/advanced class, and said he'd need to get me to start drawing expressively.
Bingo. Definitely something I hate (uh, working for less negative terminology, not there yet) about my work. I don't feel it's emotional enough, unless it's two people touching, really. Which, better than nothing (I am kinda proud of a few of those pieces), but I want to know how to be able to put more life into a picture, how to be able to draw the eye, and keep it interested.
But there are a million things for me to learn. I just don't want to leave until I'm better with that.
In the meanwhile, I'm working on being diligent about proportion, thoughtful about composition (this may, trufax, kill me), consistent with medium, patient with building a picture (four hours in front of the same model? what is this witchcraft?). Maybe when I'm a big girl, I can learn how to ah...compromise? alter? manipulate? yes...manipulate form in order to make a picture pop. I'm still dreadfully dreadfully literal, and I can't see any way around that.
Both teachers have told me to exaggerate, and there's a pearl-clutchy part of me saying "Lie? LIE????" but I get what they mean. I just have no idea how to *do* that. I'm so obsessed with getting it from there to here like it is, I'm not sure where the injection of *me* comes in.
Yesterday's sub teacher wanted to know about my formal education, and what I didn't say was "I spent a year baring myself in front of a fandom like Supernatural's, and throwing myself at the mercy of patient, talented, and helpful people--that's my formal education." Because it's all I got, and it's a damned sight more than nothing.
Still, I want to get better, not just at the hands of other people with spare time and kind hearts. I want to learn more than I can trust myself to do alone--I buy the books too. Why doesn't it sink it? Why am I not magically perfect?
So...here's the literal drawing board. Here's the potential for humiliation in front of people that don't even have a shared love of an angsty funny show and hot boys. Just this thing called art. I feel alone.
ANYWAY.
2B pencil on 70lb snow white Canford paper, awkwardly photographed
This, although it's a small art "school" fifteen minutes from home, has the potential to be much more educational. The normal teacher of the class took a look at my "portfolio" (read, fanart without naked cuddles) and let me into his intermediate/advanced class, and said he'd need to get me to start drawing expressively.
Bingo. Definitely something I hate (uh, working for less negative terminology, not there yet) about my work. I don't feel it's emotional enough, unless it's two people touching, really. Which, better than nothing (I am kinda proud of a few of those pieces), but I want to know how to be able to put more life into a picture, how to be able to draw the eye, and keep it interested.
But there are a million things for me to learn. I just don't want to leave until I'm better with that.
In the meanwhile, I'm working on being diligent about proportion, thoughtful about composition (this may, trufax, kill me), consistent with medium, patient with building a picture (four hours in front of the same model? what is this witchcraft?). Maybe when I'm a big girl, I can learn how to ah...compromise? alter? manipulate? yes...manipulate form in order to make a picture pop. I'm still dreadfully dreadfully literal, and I can't see any way around that.
Both teachers have told me to exaggerate, and there's a pearl-clutchy part of me saying "Lie? LIE????" but I get what they mean. I just have no idea how to *do* that. I'm so obsessed with getting it from there to here like it is, I'm not sure where the injection of *me* comes in.
Yesterday's sub teacher wanted to know about my formal education, and what I didn't say was "I spent a year baring myself in front of a fandom like Supernatural's, and throwing myself at the mercy of patient, talented, and helpful people--that's my formal education." Because it's all I got, and it's a damned sight more than nothing.
Still, I want to get better, not just at the hands of other people with spare time and kind hearts. I want to learn more than I can trust myself to do alone--I buy the books too. Why doesn't it sink it? Why am I not magically perfect?
So...here's the literal drawing board. Here's the potential for humiliation in front of people that don't even have a shared love of an angsty funny show and hot boys. Just this thing called art. I feel alone.
ANYWAY.
2B pencil on 70lb snow white Canford paper, awkwardly photographed