Is life drawing just for dirty perverts who want to look at stranger’s genitals? Well, I certainly hope not because that’s what my date suggested we do for our date this week.
I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from my first life drawing class. Was it just going to be all willies and boobs? Obviously not on the same person, though to be fair the class was held in Brighton, so you never know…
As this was a date, I felt like I had to contain my usual silly bollocks and take the whole session quite seriously.
Our model was a man. Oh, that’s what their bits look like in real life. Really? That thing gets you more pay, power and respect? Well, that is just hilariou-
Anyway…
The model did a series of different poses, some for five minutes, some for ten and others for half an hour. The session was two hours in total and although it started out quite awkwardly (there were only five of us and apart from me and my date chatting, the room was silent), we eventually settled in and were comfortable enough to actually make eye contact.
The session took place in the basement of a pub, and most of the other people there were “life drawing virgins” – though their drawings were incredible and made mine look utterly ridiculous (not hard to do).
My thoughts during the session:
- Don’t just draw the knob
- Could I do naked modelling?
- Hands are really hard to draw
- Feet are really hard to draw
- I can’t draw
I lost interest halfway through, so I decided to scribble over one of my pictures with colour crayons and actually that turned out to be the best one. Plus, it showed my date how long my attention can last and what happens when it goes (aka, I tart about).
I wouldn’t go again, but I’m glad I tried it and the model was such a lovely guy, even after I showed him the horror that was my drawings of him.