Alex @ the Galaxie 6.28.2009

I modeled at the Galaxie on a Saturday again... it was a bit hot and stuffy in the drawing studio but the moderator and the staff were nice enough to get me a fan so I wasn't completely drenched in sweat.

One artist was working digitally- he had an Apple Macintosh laptop with a drawing pad connected to it. He mentioned that the calibration was not always dead on so he had to ignore where his stylus was and just pay attention to the pointer on his screen. It was fascinating to see him work and look at his resulting drawings. This was the first I had seen anyone working digitally during a drawing session.

Here's a few more views of the session:

Pictured above you can see an artist working digitally. People work in many different mediums- it's all just different avenues in the process of creation.

Here is a sample of the artist's digital artwork:
It was interesting to see how well represantional/figurative art could be produced digitally. I like the results...

I hope I get to see more art being produced in this fashion. It's quite interesting....

See you at the next drawing session...!

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Monday's Model

Monday afternoon in room 400 at the art building on the platform again. That's a good bit of location information...

It was the usual drill of warm - ups: blind contour, mass gestures, scribble drawings. This was followed by a few longer poses (a few 10 minute poses) and then a long seated pose.

This week promises to be better than last- I had no modeling gigs last week. Sadness. I was originally scheduled just for this Monday but then Professor Giese requested me for Wednesday as well. My need to inspire shall be sated for this week.

I'll update with more details on Wednesday....

Wednesday in Room 400

Wednesday rolled around with the sickening thud of the day job trying to interfere with my art modeling. A rather large pile of irritating work found it's way onto my plate threatening to overwhelm my commitment to model at the state U. I worked like a madman to get all of the detail work done and was able to get out the door to make it to the life drawing class on time. I wish life modeling was more lucrative so I could just ditch the corporate sinkhole...

I arrived at room 400 to find the class preceding ours was still in progress. I didn't see the model as I looked through the door but I did see one of the artist's drawing of her. She was quite lovely. I've been seeing her name on the modeling schedule for several weeks now- I alternate weeks with her for the the life drawing class for which I was modeling today. I occasionally see drawings of the other models but rarely ever get a chance to meet them. In fact, I've only met two other art models where I've had any kind of significant interaction. One of those meetings happened to be online through her blog and I'd say I'm just beginning to get to know her.

One of these days I'd like to get to talk with some other life models to compare experiences.

When I finally entered the room I noted the posing platform had a very intricate arrangement of stools draped with fabric, pillows, cardboard boxes fitted together with more fabric draped on them, and even an old motorcycle helmet placed on the front edge of the platform. I'd forgotten my digital camera or I would have taken a photo of the mess to record the outlandishness of it all. I went off to the model's changing area to prepare myself instead.

When Professor Giese arrived I could tell she was not pleased at the mass of objects piled on the posing platform. I already had to move some of the sundry items (the motorcycle helmet, some pillows) out of the way.

We started with the usual warmups (blind contour, mass gesture, line gesture.) She had me pose for a 10 minute line gesture where I overextended myself by taking a pose with one arm up on the cardboard boxes as I leaned forward, my weight on my forward class. The instructor commented afterward it was a daring pose for a 10 minute stint. She was right-my left leg which was set forward was shaking by the minute eight. Oops.... My desire to give an interesting pose sometime gets the better of me.

We took a short break as Professor Giese tried to get me, the background, and the lighting arranged. She adjusted things for several minutes before finally starting to toss the boxes, fabric, and extra stools off the stage in frustration. I helped her move a few things so I could sit further back on the platform a position which suited the available lighting best. We finally got things arranged and she had me take a seated pose in my robe to do some more portrait work. She brought back the two skulls from Monday and placed them on stools flanking me to re-create the voodoo-esque scene from Monday.

The rest of the class proceeded without incident. I spent my time thinking about long poses I could do that were dramatic yet easy to hold for long periods.

I'm a bit out of sorts at the moment- I don't have any modeling gigs for next week. I'm not on the schedule at the state U, both community colleges I model for regularly cancelled me, and I haven't been able to fill in anywhere else. My urge for creative collaboration will go unfulfilled this coming week... I'll be jonesing by this coming Wednesday. Pooh.

Skulls and Portraits

Monday afternoon in room 400, the life drawing studio in Jack Arends Hall. Time to pose. Time to draw. Time to be drawn.

I arrived early with my water bottle and egg timer in hand. I went to the model's corner, changed into my robe and flip flops, and headed to the posing platform to stretch a bit. The instructor arrived and explained that we were going to start with some warm-ups and then move on to some portrait work today. I was actually going to get to pose draped today... just in my robe but it was a bit of a change. Until today every time I had modeled at the state U it had been nude modeling...

We started with the some the usual warm ups- blind contour drawing, a bit of scribble, and then some line gestures. We followed it with a 10 minute seated pose. Then the instructor took the class out into the hall to look at some portrait drawings done by one of the other, upper-level classes. I took the opportunity to grab a few pics of the student's work with my digital camera:

Quite a wide range of style here...


I don't think I'm quite this beefy...

Photos by exbrun2@yahoo.com

I spent a few more minutes scrutinizing the student's work before they returned, the instructor following with some cast, plastic human skulls in her hands. She told me to take a 15 minute break while the students worked on drawing the skulls. I spent the break watching them work, something I don't often get to do. Some of them were quite good- it was fascinating to watch their drawings go from a toned canvas with some charcoal smears on it to some quite interesting views of skulls.

After drawing the plastic skulls, it was time for the students to draw my skull. I took the posing platform (still robed!), took a seated pose, and spent the last 50 minutes of class having my visage put to paper by the class. The instructor left the skulls flanking me on either side of the posing platform on draped stools to remind the student about the structure under my flesh. I had a brief chuckle before we began- I felt like I was part of some odd, voodoo ritual, seated like a shaman between the (reproduction) skulls of the dead.

At the end of class the instructor announced we would probably repeat the same class format on Wednesday- warm ups (minus skull drawings) followed by more portrait drawing. I'll let you know how it goes.

Wednesday's Class

It's Sunday and I'm just now getting to posting about Wednesday's class at the state university. It's been a bit of a busy week...

I was modeling in room 400 for the instructor who likes me (it's mutual) and managed to arrive early from my day job still dressed in my business casual attire. The weather looked like there was a possibility of rain so I drove my car instead of riding my motorcycle. When I take the motorcycle I always wear jeans and riding gear and look like I might actually be a college student. When I come dressed for the day job I clearly am NOT an art student.

Arriving early I found the 1:00pm - 3:00pm drawing class still in progress so I went to Fine Art Studio secretary's office to wait. I noted many of the students passing by eyeballing me and realized I probably was dressed like many of their parents who work corporate jobs. Perhaps they mistook me for someone from administration.

When I finally got into the classroom and went to the tiny, shower-curtained changing area, the room was devoid of students. I quickly undressed and got into my robe and flip-flops so I was ready to pose. Then I waited. By five minutes to class only one student had shown up. The instructor was coming in and out of the room obviously wondering where her class might be. Just as 3:30pm hit several more students showed up charging to the nearest easel and setting up.

At ten minutes after the official start of class there were about ten students in class. It seems Wednesdays truly are busy days for art students- they'd rather be elsewhere than in their class. One student whom I had never seen before was accosted by the instructor who asked where he had been for the last two weeks. He claimed illness and the instructor requested a doctor's note. I could sense she was somewhat frustrated by the absence of so many students.

We started with two, seated poses for five minutes each. I set my legs in one direction and twisted by torso in the other direction, setting my weight to one side on one arm. I can't seem to ever take it easy on myself for any kind of pose...

We moved through the usual exercises... contour drawings, mass drawings, line drawings. Finally the instructor asked me to do a twenty minute seated pose- this was the first long pose I had done for this class. She was not satisfied with their progress and extended the pose to thirty minutes.

We took a 10 minute break which I spent stretching and limbering up for the rest of class. l've been running a lot lately and I realized my knees were actually hurting from my last pose so I was glad for the opportunity to stretch my muscles a bit.

After the break the instructor asked for a thirty minute standing pose so I did a classic, contraposto pose with one arm up and my hand spread across my clavicle. This pose was actually more comfortable than my last, seated pose. The only problem is that with thirty minutes to pose, I let my mind wander and I completely lost my timing count. I think I lost count after fifteen minutes so I started over and hoped I really only had 15 more minutes to go.

The instructor finally asked me how long we had to go and I told her about five minutes. One of the students piped in that it was already 5:50pm and the class was ending at 6:00pm! I had held the pose for almost 15 minutes longer than requested! The instructor had been busy advising the class so she hadn't noticed the passage of time. I apologized but the instructor said it was okay- it was the first time the class had done long pose so she was glad to give them the extra time to develop their drawings.

I gotta figure out a better way to self-time. Maybe I can find an egg timer or something...

I'm only for one day next week at the state U. but I do have several days of work coming up at the local community college which means I have several days of long pose ahead of me. It will be a little bit of a relief because the instructor there always times for me...

The Local Venue Again...

Back on the platform at the community college - I made sure to get there with time to spare. It was time to do the second day of what had become a two-day pose.

We started with the usual gesture warm ups followed by two short poses to explore negative space. I hit a really dramatic pose with my last gesture supporting my upper body weight on one arm. It was a great pose but very difficult to hold. I was glad when the instructor called for the longer poses...

Following short pose, the instructor had me re-assume the pose I had started on Tuesday. My left ankle (which was folded under me), already sore from resting on the lip of the platform on Tuesday, was quickly overwhelmed with sharp pain as the rough edge of the platform dug in. By the end of the class I had deep, welted lines in my ankle. Ouch.

Luckily I seemed to be able to get the pose right almost from the get-go. One of the students seemed to find fault with my pose after each break but luckily the instructor just told him to work with the pose as it was. This student was dressed in exactly the same clothes I had seen him wearing on Tuesday. His facial expression was a mix of morose, confrontational, and human darkness. I saw him after class as I was walking to my car (the weather report said rain so no motorcycle) and said hello to him. He did not reply. He seemed to be waiting for someone to pick him up. I hurried away from his cloud of darkness.

This student brings up one point which some students and instructors seem to understand and others just never seem to get- this is LIFE drawing. Life is not static. Life moves. I will come as close as possible to keeping the pose but to duplicate it exactly would defeat the purpose of having a live model. As a life model, I live, I breathe, I am subject to the earth's gravity. I exist with my own inner energy and motion which is part of what I am giving the artist and part of what they should be trying to capture in their art. I didn't sign on to be a still-life. It wouldn't be "life drawing" if that was the case.

Another of the students commented that my abdominal muscles were giving her trouble in her drawing - I think this was her way of saying she liked my physique. Or perhaps she meant that I should lose weight. I'll have to ask her if I see her again.

I waited through the end of the class while the instructor gave a critique of all the students' drawings. Some of the drawings definitely showed promise- promise as both a finished artwork and the promise of a student's burgeoning drawing skills. The instructor took them out into the hall to hang up their drawings leaving me alone in the drawing studio. I took the opportunity to do something I almost never do- get dressed in the studio. It only took a moment but it felt odd to get dressed in that space.

The instructor let me know that he would call me and arrange another opportunity for me to model. I look forward to my next chance to model for his class. I'm hoping to see how they have developed as the semester progresses.

The Local Venue

One of my favorite places to model featuring one of my favorite instructors is the local community college around the way from my home base. It's not far, it's a pleasant campus, and motorcycle parking is right in front of the art building.

I've modeled at this community college more often than any other place I've modeled. I have a great rapport with the instructor who is quite dedicated to teaching the art of life drawing. He seems to like my style and presentation because he asks me back fairly often.

Most of the students are fairly new to life drawing but the classes are usually small so the instructor can give each artist a lot of attention. I feel with the smaller classes I "project and connect" with the group much better than I do at larger venues. There's usually a more congenial atmosphere than some of the larger universities and art schools where I model.

Today was my first time modeling at the community college for the fall semester which is already three weeks in motion. A whole summer had gone by since I last modeled at the college. I hadn't set foot on the campus since May. It felt like no time at all had gone by as I removed my robe and got on the posing platform in the life drawing studio.

The instructor had me start with some fast gestures as is his custom. I am conversant with his routine and it was nice to follow a familiar rhythm. I went for the dramatic as is my custom forgetting that my right knee had taken a nasty impact with the pavement a few weeks ago following a motorcycle mishap. I could feel the quadriceps in my right thigh start to shake a bit but I was able to get through most of the gestures. I didn't have this issue modeling last week so I'm guessing some of my poses must have aggravated it. I'll have to see the chiropractor soon...

Following the gestures the instructor had me take a leaning standing pose which proved to be real bothersome to my knee. He quickly changed it up in deference to my injury and put me in a seated pose, one leg folded under me. I still managed to get in a bit of lean on my left arm. This pose put my folded, left leg to sleep as well as my left hand which was partially supporting me on the box on which I was seated. My left ankle, pressed on the lip of the box, began to feel like it was being seared with a branding iron. Thankfully this was to be a one-day pose.

The instructor likes to go for fairly long periods before taking breaks. Typically the students draw for 30 minutes at a time before taking a ten minute break. The pose put the sleeping limb - searing joint at a level of about seven on a scale of one to ten. It takes a lot of mental gymnastics to block that out. I spent most of the time contemplating the figure drawing tableau in my mind. A lone, nude model on a platform surround by artists wielding charcoal sticks on acid-free paper in a furious attempt to record their interpretation of the model's form. This would be a scene most bizarre for the uninitiated.

The instructor liked some of what he was seeing of the artists' work and decided he wanted to give them more time to develop their drawings. He announced that the pose would now be a two-day pose as I was returning in two days for the next class. I had to give a mental sigh of anguish as I now had the opportunity to savor the anticipation of another three hours of sleeping leg, sleeping hand, and searing pain in my ankle.

The physical discomfort is only momentary. It only exists when I let myself be aware of it. It is the price to pay for being the catalyst for the generation of art. It is the price of being a life model. I pay it gladly. When I see the finished drawings hanging in the hallway of the art building I know I did my part in those drawings' creation. The collaboration with artists and new, original art is the return on my investment of pain. I think it's all worthwhile.

I'm looking forward to Thursday.

(Of course I have to get through tomorrow night at the state university where I'll be modeling for a much larger group. I'll tell you how it goes.)

Figurative Compendium

If you haven't seen this site, you should check it out:

Figuredrawings.com

It is all about figurative art. I think you'll like.

Same platform one night later...

One day later and I was in for my second time modeling for the state university- I made sure I got there earlier this time. I was about 20 minutes early despite the autumnal downpour I encountered driving in. I headed to room 407 only to find that they had moved the figure drawing class for that evening to room 400. This really wasn't an issue because 20 minutes was far too early for any college student to turn up to class.

Tonight was all long pose. The instructor had me assume a seated pose which I had to hold for three, long sessions of about 30 minutes each. My hand and leg fell asleep during the pose but I was able to shut the discomfort out of my head by concentrating on thoughts of a woman who recently shut me out of her life. I seem to be able to hold onto things like that as a sort of mental fulcrum to tip the balance of sensation from physical pain to inner, existential pain. Whatever it takes to hold the pose, I guess....

The session went well and the instructor made the comment that I was very steady and didn't shake during the class. I'll put that one down as a positive.

After the class, I met with another instructor from the visual communications program with whom I'd worked over the summer on some photo and design projects. The image at the head of this post is one of the images he captured during our collaboration. If only I could maintain that hover over the field indefinitely....

The viscom instructor is putting together some wonderful design pieces for me to help me build a portfolio of photo work. I am greatly indebted and most grateful for his efforts. I will share more of our collaboration in future posts.

In the meantime, I'll be posing on that platform a few times a week. Hopefully I inspire some memorable pieces.


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First night on a new platform....

Tonight was my first night at the state university. I almost was late as I had to wait for a very slow moving train while in route to the art building... I arrived in a panic to find the instructor wasn't there yet. That was a bit of a relief but it being my first time at this venue I went searching for the instructor to get the parameters for the class.

When I finally got on the platform it went rather well. Most of the students were beginning their figure drawing careers but there were a few who clearly had done life drawing before.

I tend to be rather energetic and put myself into complicated poses so I was a bit nonplussed to be put into a basic sitting pose by the instructor for my first pose. This quickly graduated to more dramatic gestures and short poses which I enjoy because I can put a lot of effort into such poses.

The instructor asked me to self-time which I'm not a big fan of- I feel like keeping the count in my head detracts from the energy of my pose over time. Plus I have a tendency to lose my count. On several occasions I called out pose end time for the instructor but she was focused on the students' work and didn't hear. I ended up turning a few three minute poses into five and six minutes poses because of this. The instructor didn't seem to mind.

Left unchecked I'll put myself into body-contorting, strenuous poses that leave me sweating, shaking, and heaving for breath. The instructor told me she liked my poses but reigned me in to more basic standing poses because the students were concentrating on mass drawings. She wanted me to avoid foreshortening so I kept it simple. It was nice to have some more relaxed poses but I still like to mix in poses that project energy. I'm probably going to be talking a lot about projecting energy in this blog....

The instructor cut the students loose about 15 minutes early which they seemed to appreciate. As I got off the posing platform the instructor let me know she liked having a model who presented himself with some energy. She commented that frequently many male models tend to stand there in simple poses giving a limp, modeling performance. Not THIS male model...! She went to let me know that if I wanted to make her class a regular gig she would be happy to have me. I'll have to see if my schedule permits.

Given the instructor's comments on my modeling, I'd have to say my first time on the platform at this venue was a successful one.


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Blogs I like...

Here's a few blogs I found that I like:

Museworthy

Figure Drawing

If you like figurative art you should visit them...

Moral Dilemma

So Blogger locked my blog as a possible "spam blog." I guess I shouldn't be surprised- it's a rather typical reaction in our overtly puritanical and politically correct society. Nudity tends to be immediately classified as perverse and undesirable. American society seems to feel compelled to police morality and tends to judge even the minimally sexual to be of maximum danger.

Figurative art is often classified as something subversive and of low moral character. I liken it to the prevailing feeling in the US about certain recreational drugs such as marijuana. Cannabis is considered a gateway drug that leads to the use of "harder" and more detrimental drugs like cocaine or methamphetamine. Some people believe figurative art is like "gateway porn" that will lead the viewer to seek out more explicit nude material.

Never mind that the nude has appeared in art all throughout human history and that some famous and celebrated works of art depict nudity.

Call me a radical but I will continue to present the human form as a particularly important and noteworthy aspect of art and artistic endeavor. I think the nude reminds us of who we really are and possibly what we really are. Lest we forget.