This is a pose very similar to a famous Velasquez located in London. It depicts a similarly reclining figure with a puto holding a small mirror as a stereotypical vanity pose. You know, the equation of vanity with woman. I love it. Women are pressured to be beautiful or hot in today’s parlance and then they are ridiculed for worrying about their appearances. It’s a no win. If you could only see and hear my raspberries!
This is another prevent-me-from-hovering drawing of the same model. She is a wonderful model. We were all very happy to see her this morning. I have always maintained that a good model is a collaborator in the artwork. It’s the je ne c’est quoi.
When I am teaching a lot of the time is spent while students are working on drawing projects. I like to move about the room and peek over shoulders to see how they are doing and offer advice. However, there is a fine line between being helpful and just being a pain in the ass. If I am at loose ends it’s sometimes hard not to hover. So, at times, I will draw too, just to keep me from being an irritant. This is one of those drawings.
This is another hockey game drawing. I try to make sketches of people who are the watchers of the game. This man was just in front of us and he was quite still so he made a good model. Sometimes I’m not so lucky. Mostly people are texting while waiting or in the middle of the game. As if the action in front of them isn’t enough of a distraction. Go figure!
I have been so absorbed by my teaching and my elderly mother that I have not been able to make much art and post to this website in the way I would like. Teaching two different courses instead of two sections of the same course is a lot more time consuming than I had expected. I find that it takes a lot more creative energy. I have been doing some small sketches though.
The men in my family have become rabid hockey fans. And it’s my fault. I bought a set of four tickets to a Chicago Wolves game for my husband’s birthday a couple of years ago and he took our boys and a friend to the game. They had such a great time they have been hooked ever since. They now share season tickets and go whenever the team is in town.
Every once in a while I join them and I must admit it’s beginning to grow on me but I don’t think I will ever worship at the Shrine of the Holy Hockey Puck with the same devotion as my men. Here is a sketch of the home team goalie from a recent game. The other guys move too fast.
It has been pretty cold here but Friday we actually had some sunshine. In winter that usually means it will be colder. We get so few days with sunshine during the winter that any time the sun is out it is just fine with me in spite of the cold. I keep my patio doors with the blinds up all winter. The light is good for me as well as for my hibiscus plants. They are actually growing a bit now that they used to the lower light levels. With the end of January we now have only seven weeks left of winter. That’s astronomically. The actuality is another story.
I was having some work done in my kitchen and I had to take myself out of the way so I wouldn’t become a hindrance to progress. I went to the local restaurant and had breakfast. I was taken by the reflections of the coffee carafe and drew this. I only drink coffee first thing in the morning and I relish that cup of coffee.
I went to the eye doctor for an anuual check of the freckle behind my left retina. I have been doing this for a number of years. Nothing has changed. But, I have to get my eyes dilated so not much art making yesterday. That stuff lasts all day! So anyway, where do they put you after administering the drops? They put you in the brightest room in the office so you can be blinded by the light as comes through a south window. Go figure!
I take a sketch book wherever I go. I got into the habit when my children were small. If I had to take them to the doctor or dentist or soccer game or swimming meet I would pas the time waiting by drawing. I would draw whatever presented itself in a given environment. It’s the best way to build skills. Chairs are interesting subject matter. They have their own structural complexity that can be challenging and evocative. Here is one of my while-I-am-waiting sketches.
This was my office at the second campus of my college. I say was because it has been taken from the art department and given to another teaching discipline. We have the least space of any community college art department in our region and our office’s partial function was art storage.
I am told I can use the common adjunct faculty office but all I have to do is roll in there with a stack of charcoal drawings and it would be all over. Why is the art department the first to sacrifice when there is a squabble over space? That’s my morning kvetch.