For the second week in a row, a model came into the studio. She was wearing clothes — as was the previous model — as this class focuses primarily on the portrait, but in figure drawing, models are generally in the nude, because it’s very hard to gauge form and proportion otherwise. In high school, I would find it hilarious to see the expressions of my classmates as the model stood up on the figure stand and very nonchalantly removed all articles of clothing, while my teacher repeated in the background, “It’s just skin, guys! It’s just skin!” Very sitcom-esque.
These past few weeks, what I’m quite impressed with is my ability to find the farthest bench away from the model, considering my (lack of) eyesight. Or as my boss in my lab likes to say: “Sabrina, I’m decades older and I still can see better than you.” My sister also likes to play this game in the car, in which we try to see (hah, punny) who can read the farthest road signs first. Even though there is essentially no competition, she still derives way too much pleasure from this by gleefully shouting NEXT EXIT in my right ear every 5 minutes.
I should probably be eating more carrots.
On another note, all these heads can be counted toward the 1000 F***ing Heads project!!! This is so many heads!