Recently in life drawing Category

To my defense:
1. This was my first time since before summer.
2. He was leaning against something.

Fat women, not overweight poses. I was criticized in yesterday's comments. But honestly, I am liking the legendary Canadian niceness more and more. We are still living the multicultural dream here you know, don't you come and disturb it. People in all shapes and sizes, with all different challenges, it's all good. We haven't had Fortuyn or van Gogh murders, our media are not dominated by plebeians with points of view, Canadians don't say everything they think out loud. And political correctness is not a derogatory term here. Love it. And Piffin and I went to the lumberyard today, and bought trim for the new windows. And Otger and I laughed at a kissing couple in our alleyway. It used to be quite safe to kiss in our alleyway, but not anymore, with our new windows. They ran away in shock when they saw us.

I planned to blog a small series of one minute ones, if only to document some overweight poses. But I decided it would be to much work to scan them all. They would each need two or three scans. And then patching them together, it would take me an hour. So no. Let's see, is there at least anything interesting to tell you. Yes, on my way back in the streetcar I was sitting behind a guy with a whitehead in his neck. And after three hours of drawing my brain is overactive on visuals as it is.

It is a bit of a boring pose, but I don't mind. Not many models do long poses standing up, so I am grateful. Drawing a standing pose is harder than a sitting one, I find. It's easier to let the proportions go absurd, a sitting person has so much more angels and communicating body parts, if you solve the puzzle, the proportions can't be too far off. Standing up however, there is no way to compare the lengths of arms and legs, or the size of the head. I drew her breasts a little too small. Not that they were very big in the first place. In case you notice she is a little off balance, you're right. She was leaning on a pole. I hate drawing models with poles. The pole was in her left hand, that I didn't draw. It was hardly visible anyway.

And in the middle of my life drawing class auntie Michelle calls, do we want some left over theatre tickets. Why yes, what do you think. I completely forgot which theatre and which performance, but who cares. We love free tickets. I will write a review on this mystery show, promise. And on the way back from my life drawing class a homeless guy kept harassing the streetcar driver. It was a very large streetcar driver, or how am I supposed to put that, obese. The homeless guy was treating him as if he was some fat boy in elementary school. How much do you weigh. You need to lose weight. What does your wife say. I am 64 and I am 140 pounds. I am older than you and thinner. I can walk longer distances than you. He went on and on and on. I totally expected the streetcar driver to lose his nerve, but he didn't. I often notice this eternal patience streetcar drivers have with homeless people, or freaky people in general. Letting them on for free and everything. Do they get special training for that? I have to ask my neighbour Terry that, he is a streetcar driver. He may even know the obese driver, he works on the same line.

I just noticed I forgot to draw her right foot, how strange.

And what did I do to fight off that thaw depression? I am so glad you ask , thank you. Why of course, I went clothes shopping with my daughter! To the one & only Value Village, we are so cheap. I scored two perfect velvet jackets, one was brand-new, brown, with all the labels and the little bag of extra buttons still attached. I am wearing it now. It has very beautiful lining. The other one is a lovely shade of insane blue. And a blouse, I also found a blouse. And Piffin bought a crazy pair of pajama pants (did I tell you her new girlfriend looks like a young Isabelle Huppert?) a crazy T-shirt, a lovely green sweater, a lengthwise striped T-shirt-sweatery thing, a floral tank top, and a black patent leather raincoat. And seven big cups & saucers, perfect for our morning lattes. One hundred and two dollars. I call that a good deal.

Very wrong, but kind of funny. She looks totally drunk. I like it when these model drawings turn out funny. I usually don't aim for that to happen, maybe I should. The floor turned out wonderful, Michiel rented a monster sander. Otger had a fine day in Holland, he went to a funeral. Those things happen when one goes to stay at one's grandfather. I remember when conversations between grown ups always seemed to contain wittewieterdoatis (y'know who died)? Glad to say I'm not there yet.