Cloudy Thoughts/Do Clouds Have Thoughts?

My faithful reader Dave was good enough to respond to my request for sketches, and a writeup about what models think about as they pose. I find his words both humorous and insightful:

“This was a 20-minute standing pose that immediately followed several other shorter poses, and I was overheated and ready for a break.  I was looking out the window watching small white clouds go by and trying to estimate how many clouds would have to go by before the pose would end.”

How often do we simply stand and watch clouds go by, and ponder their speed and number? That would be never… except for those of us lucky enough to work at a craft where we specifically must stand still and set aside our normal lives and activities for a while. I’m reminded of Tom Sawyer and his fence whitewashing scam; methinks that if we packaged this the right way, we could get stressed out business executives and A-list Hollywood celebrities to pay big bucks to come do what we do and relax. It is a Zen pursuit, my friends.

Alright, more sketches and descriptions of your thoughts while posing for them, please! By the way, to credit the above artist as well as possible, it appears his/her name was Barritt.

What Was I Thinking?

I just finished up a nine or ten week stint at Goldlight Studios, in which I showed up each and every Friday (okay, with the exception of when I took a spur-of-the-moment trip to the southwest and the class had to draw still lifes) for a three hour pose that was the same each week. This is the assignment I wrote about earlier in Draw As If Being Chased? Or As If Time Stood Still?

After all those hours looking at me with my foot up on a box and my elbow resting on a podium, the students turned out some pretty great work. The instructor, John Murdoch, is a stickler for getting started right – he even built his own easels to make sure they are perfectly level. I was impressed with the proportions of the drawings that emerged - sometimes a piece looks passably much like a person, but not like me; but these all were definitely Kimberlys that got turned out.

But after working on one portrait of me for at least six or eight hours, John set it aside to create a new one, that he liked much better, in only about 90 minutes. What I find interesting about it is two-fold: first, that I look so incredibly intense even though my mood that day was nothing but airheaded and lighthearted, and second, that I look as if I’m from both a different era and a different ethnicity than my own. This drawing reminds me of my idea of an Italian or Greek grandmother from pre-World War II, and not a whole lot of an English/French/Swedish mix born after the invention of color TV and indoor plumbing.

But the intensity of my face also makes me try to remember, what was I thinking about? I think the most serious thought I was actually having was what work I was going to pursue over the summer, since at the moment I had nothing at all lined up, and in the few days since, after much effort, I’ve only found one additional session. Other than that, I was truly having a “Hmm, should I get a pedicure this afternoon?”/stomach growling and trying to decide what to have for lunch/and slightly-romantic-daydream-that-I-may-be-able-to -turn-into-a-short-story type of experience. So, my readers whom have waited far to long for the next installment to my blog, I would like to invite you to post a drawing or painting of yourself and explain where it’s from and what you remember about your own thought process while it was create – and, if it at all matches what it LOOKS like you were thinking about? Here’s hoping for some fun ones…

A Feast for the Eyes

Happy Monday, all. I’m deeeeeeppp into writing a work of fiction and can’t shift my brain into producing a post worthy of your time, so I’m going to shamelessly direct you to the blog of artist Fred Hatt in hopes that you will mentally associate me with his images of gorgeous and diverse poses and models.

And, my giant apologies, even though I’m not sure if it’s my fault or that of WordPress, for the delay in approving and responding to comments over the past few weeks. I always greatly appreciate reader feedback – especially your words of support regarding my job loss – and I hope that whatever glitch in Virtual Technology Faerie Land that has been slowing this process is now worked out.

Blech!!!

I have weirdlly slow access to WordPress these days so please forgive my lack of scintillating, life-changing posts (oh, yeah, that’s why!) I’ll be back once I figure out the problem… until then, happy modeling!

Oh, NOW the Sunburn Comes…

Hmm, where’s she been all week? I bet has been the question on your mind every day; nay, every hour as I have left my blog un-updated. Your answer is, in order: Albuquerque, NM; Winslow and Flagstaff, AZ; Las Vegas, NV; and Santa Monica, CA. Very spur of the moment opportunity to join my husband on the last third of his electric car trip across this land o’ ours. Those states, especially AZ and NV, had a serious sunny sunshine thing going on; my shoulders and upper back went beyond getting a base tan and actually got a bit of a burn. I returned to PA this morning and modeled tonight; it was definitely the first time I’ve wonderered if the drawings would include shading to indicate the demarcation zone (they didn’t.)

Anyway, here’s a pic. (I’m the tallest of the three women.) If I had more energy I’d introduce the drivers and explain the purpose of each one coming along, but for the moment, I’ll just say it was a truly great trip. So, who out there has some summer travel plans shaping up?

Draw As If Being Chased? Or As If Time Stands Still?

My work as a figure model has a hidden perk: I get to survey a number of art classes and instructors, and much like the proverbial fly on the wall, I know what’s being said in a room without the speakers realizing that I’m listening.

What is the true test of whether an art instructor is worth the tuition a student  pays? Don’t overthink it here – in my opinion, it’s simply whether the student improves in his or her abilities from the start of a course until its end. I pose frequently enough for certain classes, and take enough looks at the work being produced, that I can gauge that factor pretty well. What’s remarkable is how differently two instructors can go about teaching how to draw the figure, and still elicit improvement in their students.

Case in point is a long-term assignment that I’m about halfway through fulfilling, at John Murdoch‘s Goldlight Studios in Perkasie, PA. I hold one pose for three hours every Friday while students work, and rework, their drawing or painting. It’s a ten week session, so that adds up to a thirty hour study.

To the right is the portrait John is working on, when he’s not instructing or managing other concerns at the studio. (The thing protruding from my left ear is a flower, not a hairstyle gone wrong.) I would estimate he’s spent between six and eight hours on this so far; one or two of his students, after even more time with the pose, are working so deliberately they have not yet begun to add the light and dark values of shadowing.

In contrast, a class that I modeled for last night at the Baum School of Art, in Allentown, completed a “long-pose” work of me in only two hours. Part of the difference between this class and John’s is purpose; some of Baum’s students are abject beginners and still getting up to speed with basic drawing concepts and techniques.

But another difference is the amount of thought and knowledge that are to be put into the drawing. Early in the semester, the instructor, Adriano Farinella, will tell the students to draw as if they are being chased. Don’t think, just draw. They stand to the side of the easel and extend their arm, nearly backward, to create tw0-minute blind contour drawings while looking only at model and not the paper. These produce childlike blobs but teach the students to let the image travel from the eye, to the hand, and then to the page, and to remove the brain from the process.

I won’t try to crack into any debate in the art world about which technique is better. Opportunities abound for lengthy instruction in topics such as anatomy, such as described in an archived Museworthy post about the sartorius (i.e. the tailor’s muscle), which can be viewed in the flesh in author/model Claudia ‘s pictures. The one modeling job I ever didn’t apply for the sole reason that I didn’t think I could hack it was for a Dan Thompson workshop at the Studio Incamminati in Philadelphia that ran from 9 a.m to 4 p.m., every day for a week, with the model in the same pose throughout. Thirty-five hours in just one position. Followed by a trip to the chiropractor, I expect.

Perhaps the answer for what makes great art lies in the middle somewhere, just as does the description of what continually make figure modeling so enthralling: the mixture of quick, energetic gesture poses, coupled with thoughtful, serene long poses. If nothing else, that’s what always keeps me coming back for more.

EXACTLY What I Had in Mind! And No Sunburn!

Daniel Chester French "Memory" 1886-87

If you’ve been to the restaurant in the American Wing at the Metropolitan Museum of Art (which serves delicious pastries and a selection of wine and beer at any time of day, being New York City), you recognize this sculpture: “Memory”, by Daniel Chester French. The plaque indicates that the woman is looking in a mirror longing for her lost youth and beauty.

I love the sculpture and often use the pose while modeling for art classes and open drawing groups. But I’m not so sure I love its meaning. Based on the model’s facial and body features, I wonder if she is about 40? Hmmm… my age? And I have to tell you, I don’t have a lot of time to sit and gaze into a handheld mirror thinking about how I used to look. In fact, if I can be so bold as to speak for not only myself but most of the women I know in my age range, I have more confidence, drive, and direction than I did at 20, and wouldn’t return to that age come hell or high water.

Therefore, when local artist Barnaby Ruhe won me in an auction (all right, the full story is that I had offered three hours of modeling time to the highest bidder at a charity event for a figure model with Lyme disease), I suggested that we use this pose but alter it slightly to create a different meaning. I’m sitting, sure, but it’s on a boulder that juts out over a natural pond at Barnaby’s farm. I’m holding not a mirror but a small, smooth rock that has a chunk missing, making it an ideal receptacle for liquid: paint, say, or the juice of red sumac berries. And instead of longing for the past, I’m applying streaks of red to my cheeks. Not makeup… War paint. Take a look:

Barnaby Ruhe (Untitled) 2012