pleasedI recently discovered something was making me uneasy, though. I've been muttering about going to a life drawing class of some kind for a while. An exemplary individual found me a drop-in life drawing class in Toronto that meets every week. Last week, I intended to go, but partly due to me fretting about it, I did not go, and was upset about not going.
So, this week, I made myself go down to the Gladstone Hotel and do the class. I haven't drawn a person from life since high school, ten years ago, and I have never drawn a nekkid person before. It was fantastic - I've always been too busy looking at naked women to really *look* at them before, if you know what I mean. My drawings looked like a human woman, though not that closely like the person I was drawing. I am going to keep working on my figure drawing, though I don't know if I am going to go every week - once a month is my goal for the moment.
Also, the room where the class takes place is immediately next to the bar, and is licensed, so there is beer/cider while drawing. This is truly civilized.
I was in a surly mood earlier, but I am willing to declare today a success.
