[series of 2’s and two views of a 10, ballpoint and watercolor]
So there’s a small story related to these drawings. I’m not sure it’s a good story, but it’s like this:
So I’m making some small talk in the break, trying to figure out if our model is a dancer (her poses show some ballet background). And she says, “no actually I’m an author, I’ve written a memoir, and I teach writing, and I’m a journalist, and a dance critic. (I told you it was in there somewhere). I just do this for fun, and because writing is sitting all day”. I’m like – wow, the fourth wall is broken. It’s not the normal process to meet the mind behind the anatomy.
I’m thinking, I’m kind of a shmuck you know? I’m constantly drawing these people as kind of body temperature roman sculpture. Like big cats lying around in the sun being decorative. But here’s someone who’s got a lot going on. She’s doesn’t look old enough to have written a memoir (hah! I’m doing get-off-my-lawn-comments now). So I’m making inquiring noises trying to find out more, and she comes out with this shocking story of how something horrible happened to her family at a very young age, and that went into her book about how she’s dealt with it in the opposite way from the movie of the week scenario you’d expect. So now I’m feeling that feeling I get whenever I meet someone who does something significant with their lives. The one where I consider how I make video games for stoned dudes to grind away some copious spare time.
So, breaks over and I go back and try to make some really good drawings.
That’s my life drawing story of the week. – m’out!