
It seems that Halloween isn't even allowed to finish it's time these days. I have seen several stores with Christmas already up, a week or two before Fright Night. I won't even get myself started on this pet peeve.

A couple of drawings from the end of the evening. I thought I'd give a head shot a try and rather than move to another page I just worked out the smaller back shot. I like both efforts, especially the rendering of the back. Again, I was just feeling my way around with light lines before going for a finish. A lot of the time I get in a rush to put down the finished stroke and get a ham handed looking drawing for my troubles. This is why I purposely concentrated on the more delicate underdrawing and I think, for the most part, it paid off.
This is more like it. Confident yet subtle lines, the complementary shading, the small areas of detail. I don't know where my head was on the previous piece but it was good to get refocused and kick out a nicer drawing.
Not sure what's wrong with this one but all I know is I don't care for it. I think it looks "cartoony". Not what I was hoping for. At least I righted the ship with the next one.
Although the handling is a little heavier than yesterday's image, the devil's in the details in this one as well. Unlike the last piece, this one I did work on the head a bit. All in all, I'm pretty happy with this one.
I am really happy with the line work on this particular drawing. I deliberately chose to work on the figure and give the head short shrift. This type of pose usually gives me a lot of opportunities to render something interesting. The extended leg and the flexed forearm got the most attention but I think the light lines and shading give this piece it's interest.



At one time we had a dancer for a model. She graciously posed a la Degas and this was probably my best effort. Again, simplified shapes and lost edges, my favorite method of drawing.

I hope I haven't posted this one before, my record keeping was a little iffy at the beginning of this little venture. Anyhow, this piece reminds me of my favorite Harvey T. Dunn painting from 1939. In tone only. I have always wanted to reproduce my own version of this painting. Perhaps someday.


Well, really just flow. Probably my best effort of the night. Long lines and simple shapes make for an elegant pose. Not much else to say and hopefully the old adage "A picture is worth a thousand words" is applicable here.
... I'm pretty pleased with this one. I've always been partial to back poses and this one has a lot going for it. Starting with the long hair draped over the shoulder, like a waterfall as it cascades into the waiting pool of cloth. The design element alone always captivates me and it takes a lot of effort not to just doodle away with the strands of hair, Mucha-like. The hair then strikes the tilted shoulders which create the beautiful mass of muscle, not much different than the rocks that make up a cliff face with all of the interesting shapes. However, unlike a landscape that can be created by the capricious whims of nature, the muscles actually have a distinct purpose. They create the large area of the back and fold into the hollow of the spine where the hip meets. This is followed by the large mass of the buttocks which has a surprising number of shapes within it. Sometimes I like to just throw a large, graceful line to create the shape but other times I like to show the various muscles that leave an undulating line, like small waves that roll in on one another. This all leads to the legs which lead one out of the image and then quickly bring the eye back with the bend at the knee all ending in the graceful and incredibly complex foot. Much like following the pool of water as it settles into the quiet surroundings of a mountain glade. Why the comparison of a human figure to a landscape? I dunno, maybe because I always feel the need to justify not being a landscape artist to so many people. Maybe because to the general public I feel that figurative art is not appreciated for what it is, a very beautiful form of expression.
Back to the terra cotta or sanguine or red or whatever one wants to call it. I really liked this pose and started to play a bit with the lost edges that I like so much. I would like to have had a little more time to finish this off but that's the way the charcoal crumbles.
Black conté, that is. A switch from sanguine to black was a bit startling when I did it and it seemed to affect the way I was approaching the drawing. Without the warmth of the color I started feeling a bit more constuctionistic about my style. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that all of my "red" conté crayons are not much more than stumps and the black offered me more of a surface to drag the shading and more of the sharp edges to create the line work. Or it may have more to do with the feeling I get when I work with the terra cotta, more like infusing the drawing with more than just the cold medium and giving it some sense of life. No, not life but... something more than just lines and shading. Eh, I'm probably just tired and babbling on. Regardless, the red conté has always been something I've felt quite comfortable with and I hope not to stray from it for so long again.
I'd like to go on about the design elements and the manner in which the conté was applied and so on, but sometimes reality kind of puts things in perspective. I spent last night at the ER with my wife and her family. My father in law suffered an aneurysm and had emergency surgery. He is resting in the ICU and we will be waiting and seeing how things go. Makes a little drawing seem pretty insignificant.



This is the one that made my night. Almost got the whole figure but that wasn't the point, the pose was fluid and the lines just flowed. Not much else to say other than I finally felt good about an evening of life drawing. Don't get me wrong, I always enjoy the challenge of Thursday nights, but this time I finally felt good about the work I ended up with. Now, to do it again tomorrow.



These were the first couple of efforts of the night and I still hadn't found my groove. The back shot had the most going for it but I wasn't able to account for the subtle shifting of the model, an occurrence that happens with any pose requiring a twist to the torso. By the time my brain engaged I realized that all I had to do was move the easel slightly but I had already placed darks and the left arm and... well, I had already screwed up. The full figure sketch was more of a "measure twice, draw once" kind of problem. It was the first drawing of the night and I leaped before I looked. They did get better as the night went on, I promise. Especially when I decided to make a return to a different drawing medium. Stay tuned.



