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So. About how Karen has found another way to distract me from ever doing work...gol. I *love* reading other peoples writing...especially when it's short, due to my lack of both time and an attention span. I wish I had that kind of talent...::in awe of amazing writers.:: Wow.
But but but...it's okay. Why is it okay? I'll tell you why its okay. Because figure drawing was good today!!! W00t! The first class was absolutely horrible...out of a 3 hour class, we drew for 30 minutes...we talked and were forced to dance and did everthing accept draw (and I promise, talking to my teacher is painful. Very. Painful. Picture airheaded, fluttery-voiced, stereotypical "You have to be one with the motion, feel the motion, be the motion..." artist. ::Gags and dies::). It was sad, and made me very glad that I am not actually paying for this class (scholarship). But today was much better. The teacher was as obnoxious as ever, but we drew for 90% of the time. My gesture drawings sucked, but...well, gesture drawings tend to do that (gesture drawings are when the model holds a pose for 10 seconds, and you have to get down as much as you can, starting with the ribs and hips and followed by the motion, than whatever you can finish before the next pose. It sounds silly, but it is incredibly (note the lack of cursing ;) ) frustrating and difficult, not to mention tiring. Not only are you standing up with your arm lifted high almost the entire time, but you have to move insanely fast, because 10 seconds is nothing. And, after all the work, it looks like crap...or rather, a better description is it is "supposed" to look like crap. The goal is to see the motion and general position without giving any detail, and unless you know what you're doing it looks like you just scribbled on the page like a maniac (which isn't too far from the truth....). But I enjoyed them, and I'm improving. We also did some 3 minute long poses, which seemed like an eternity after gesture drawing. But, fortunetly (hehe, this is where the proud, stuck-up, full-of-herself artist shines through), this is where I rocked. The millions of self-portraits I've done really paid off for this (okay, not millions, but 15 formally, not to mention tons of informal sketches), because drawing things with muscles and bones is so different from drawing solid/consistant objects. Mine was not the best when it came to my marks, and wasn't the most visually appealing, but I got the...I don't know how to put it, the inner "stuff"... Like... everyone else drew the rib cage and the pelvis, and then the outline of the body, and most drew it very well, but they ignored the muscles and variations within the body. I, on the other hand, basically ignored the outline of the body, and drew all of the shapes from muscles, etc, within the body that I could see. And my teacher noticed...::feels special::. Actually, I felt special until she made an example of me and I got some dirty glares....grrr. But, alas, they can kiss my shiny metal ass :). (Besides, their problem was less with me than my teachers inability to explain ANYTHING...they didn't understand what she meant by "outlining" and they were getting annoyed.) And, our model today rocked, which helped. Our first model was uncreative in her poses, plus (and I mean NO OFFENSE with this comment, because I am one of the last people to talk...) she was very overweight, which makes it difficult to see the muscles, etc, especially when you have no experiance with figure drawing. Today, however, the model was skinny and *fantastic* with her poses. I mean, I don't think I could stand on one foot while hunched over with my arms in the air for a few minutes while remaining absolutely still while fully clothed and alone, let alone naked with 20 eyes on me and a draft...ugh. Amazing.
It's getting warmer too, which is nice. It makes the walk from the train station to Moore so much better...and it will be gorgeous when its warm and the leaves are on the trees and the kids all come and play in the enormous fountain across the street...::sigh::. I wish it was summer again. I can't take YAW after this spring session, so I probably won't get there as often...::tear::. BUT, I found out that Fairmount Park, which is directly across from Philadelphia University, has about 10 different tourable historic buildings, all of which are owned by the Philadelphia Museum of Art, which rocks. I have to go to the art museum again, speaking of which...Doc was telling us about these eyes that are now on display that sound amazing (in Victorian? England, people would have artists make replicas of their eyes out of precious gems, and they would give them to their lovers when they were seperated so that they would always be together...a "window to the soul" kind of thing. Aw.), plus he found a painting by one of the greatest animal artists of all time stuck in some corner of the museum-- its the first time it's ever left England, but it's not being advertised for security reasons. So, obviously, a trip is in order. Once it warms up.
So...now that I've chewed your ear of and spewed more art nonsense than you ever cared to hear...I'm off. Adios.