Thats not me, not I, never thee
banging the drums
watch ‘em run
don’t wait for me
fall down the verifiable branches of the
merryweather tree.
Stay a while, inhale the bile
leaf it to run round your
insipid pushback
acidic rock-back; roll.
But, you know you want it -
to the point
line. It has been drawn
and,
your not in it.
Leaf
the vomit-us.
I feel – you will
So enjoy these ones but please people, do look the girls in the eyes now and then
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Tuesday, 16 February 2010
Dear Diary,
A very dear client of mine suggested I join him for life drawing classes, and even offered to pay the tuition fees. How could I refuse? As the result, I have been spending most delightful Tuesday evenings drawing from the nude at the James Makin Gallery, under the watchful eye of Jeff Makin. We were all given a sketch book and a copy of Makin’s book of drawings at the first lesson; and are provided with large drawings sheets, charcoal pencils, and easel at each session. The first part of the evening consists of making four quick studies of the model, who changes her pose every twenty minutes. In the second part of the evening, the model retaines her pose for nearly an hour (with quick stretch breaks in-between), while we draw on a large piece of paper attached to an easel.
Of nearly dozen or so people that gather at the gallery on Tuesday nights, only a few are professional artists, such as Pam Hallandal, who has recently won the 2009 Dobell Prize for Drawing, and Nikai van Garderen, who exhibits at the Green-Wood Gallery. The others included professionals from all walks of life – architects, dentists, publishers, restorers, interior designers, and your truly, all with various degrees of drawing abilities and artistic acumen.
It is most fascinating watching the drawings emerge on paper in a sheer variety of styles and degrees of finish. Hallandal produces powerful sketches of the nude, strongly reminiscent of the Bell school style. Van Garderen creates an abstracted interpretation of the model in quick and assured strokes of charcoal and white gouache, capturing her grace and movement in a laconic style worthy of Godfrey Miller. The architect virtually deconstructed the model in his drawing treating her as a complex-shaped edifice. The restorer drew the most delicate and life-like head and shoulders portrait of the model in the English early modern style that took our breath away.
Jeff Makin reigned supreme above the group, coming up to each of us in turn with the invaluable advice, never correcting the way we drew the model, or attempting to change our own aesthetic approach to drawing, but enhancing our own unique ways of interpreting and visualisng the nude, and quoting to us examples of well-known artists – both of Old and contemporary school – whose works might serve as a further inspiration on our own unique journeys.
Although I wouldn’t dare to share the products of my creative labours at this stage, I must declare that this was one the most rewarding experience – oh, the sheer joy of loosing yourself in tracing that one perfect line. It heightened my appreciation for figurative artists, who specialise in painting and drawing from the nude; and none are as fresh in my memory as those by Ross Watson, whose skills I was able to admire just a few weeks ago.
[© Eugene Barilo v. Reisberg 2010. This article is copyright, but the full or partial use is WELCOME with the full and proper acknowledgement.]
Have been so neglected my blogging duties, have been stuck on a stupid/silly Facebook game called Kingdoms of Camelot building an empire. I so have to get treatment for this sickness. I personally thank Bob Patterson for sending a reminder that the blog still exist…
So let’s start today with a great one of Anne Duffy, where can u go wrong with crossbows/ringmail/latex/boots and a gorgeous girl, nothing whatsoever…
These shots were taken at Studio 1020 and feature an installation by artist and photographer Doug Fogelson. The exhibit, “Salt Room – Winter On the Moon”, can be viewed from now until March 11th at 1020 N Marshfield. The gallery is open Tuesday and Saturday evenings from 6:30-10pm or by appointment; studio1020@gmail.com.
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As those who have read this blog closely know, I came of age sexually between 1959 and 1963. One of the highlights of that process was discovering a stash of Playboy magazines in a rental house we lived in which was owned by some Navy flyers. For the first time in my young life I saw beautiful “nekkid women” in the glossy pages of those forbidden magazines. I felt as if I had stumbled upon all the riches of Araby.
I don’t usually post to photos on sources other than Flickr. Today we make an exception. Here is a marvelous vimeo slideshow of Playboy centerfolds from the fifties and sixties. My memory is foggy so I couldn’t pick which of these magnificent women were in that first batch that keep me up late that night (I probably wasn’t looking at their faces all that closely!)
