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.

Baseball and Art

Only one day of modeling this week back in room 400 at the art building at the state U.

This class was a long pose session and I was working for a new instructor. I met with the instructor prior to class so he could give me some idea of what the students what the focus of the class would be. The instructor turned out to be a baseball fan and gave us constant updates on the White Sox game supplied to him by text messages from his girlfriend on his cellphone.

The students in this class were more advanced than those in the other class I model for at the state U. During the break I took a look at their work- some of them were very polished. A number of them displayed a very developed level of technique and skill.

The instructor had me take a seated pose with one foot up on a box, my arm outstretched to a stool with a construction cone on it, and my other foot on the floor. An easy pose, right? My right leg on the box feel completely asleep and the position put most of my weight on my right buttock which also went numb. I concentrated on the tick-tock of my new egg timer which I was using to time the pose.

By the end of class when the instructor released the class, it took me several minutes to get the circulation back in my right leg. I felt a bit out of sorts still sitting on the posing platform while the students packed up their things. When I could finally feel my toes again, I got off the platform and got dressed.

On my way out of the building one of the students from the class stopped me in the stairwell and commented that I had "done good." According to the student I had posed very solidly and mentioned that I was a nice change from Monday's model who kept moving during his pose. It's nice to get good feeback.

Next week I'm on four days- two at the state U. for the novice artists and two days at another community college. I'll definitely be doing alot of stretching this weekend. I need to get to yoga class soon...

Full House

Back in Room 400 at the State U. I guess Mondays are better for life drawing.... the class seemed to be full today. The instructor was took the class to show them some slides in another room so I was left on my own in the drawing studio for the first 30 minutes of class. I took the opportunity to do some stretching and meditate on what kind of poses I was going to do.

We hit a lot of the usual exercises- contour drawings, mass drawings, and line drawings. Today the instructor had them combine line and mass drawings. The finished pieces for that exercise were getting quite detailed.

After the break, the instructor had the students do some brush and ink drawings. This was my first time modeling for artists working in this medium. It looked potentially messy and the technique seemed difficult. The instructor had them try it with their non-dominant hand which seemed to be exceptionally difficult. And potentially messy....

After class I found the instructor and chatted about her class. I asked for an assessment of my modeling and she verified that I am doing a suitable job for her class. Apparently after seeing me model in her class the first time she went to the Fine Art Studio secretary and demanded a monopoly on my time so she could have me keep modeling for her class. I take that as a compliment. Apparently she likes my body type- she told me it was nice to see someone with definition so the students could actually see parts of the body working. Models lacking definition lead to the students drawing "tubes" (her terminology) for body parts. Muscle definition forces them to put more detail in their drawings...

Every easel and horse seemed to have an artist in front of it today- it was good to know the students make it to class for at least the first part of the week...

Shrinking Classes...

Apparently it's week 4 of the semester and the children have discovered they have better things to do than go to class. Like alcohol. As I rode into town to the state university I noticed the bars seemed to be doing brisk business and there was a mad exodus of students heading off campus to bars unknown. It's their tuition money, I guess... or possibly their parents'.

When I got to my life drawing session (with 10 minutes to spare) I noted I was the second person to arrive. No instructor yet (though I'm sure she was around) and one student. I went to the tiny changing room (a corner of the room with a shower curtain to insure my modesty,) took off my motorcycle jacket, disrobed, put on my light-weight blue robe (that fits much better in my motorcycle tail bag than my old, bulky, terrycloth robe), donned my flip-flops, and headed for the posing platform. Yeehah.

As 3:30 post-meridian rolled around only five or six students had filtered into the room. The instructor came in (her class was the first I'd modeled for at this university) and seemed pleasantly surprised to see me. Apparently she was expecting another model but had read the modeling schedule incorrectly. It was reassuring to know she had liked me during that first class and my presence as her model was a good thing.

We finally ended up with a class of about twelve which was much smaller than any class I had modeled for at the university the previous week. Obviously people were missing. The instructor called roll and at least six people were absent. Hopefully their beverages of choice were refreshingly intoxicating.

We actually started out with a six-minute, seated pose which was nice- it gave me a chance to cool off a bit. I was still sweating from rushing to class when I arrived so the six minutes gave all that a chance to evaporate. We moved on to short gestures for contour drawings,scribble drawings, and mass drawings. I had to self-time everything but I'm getting used to doing that- it still feels like it divides my energy a bit...

We moved on to some line drawings generated from longer poses. The instructor kept commenting on how my body was perfect for this exercise. I concentrated on the pose and timing refraining from dwelling on the compliments. I'm not good at taking compliments- I have to hold the world upon my shoulders like Atlas to feel I deserve a compliment. Don't get me wrong- I like getting compliments and I've even learned to say thank you when complimented. But I still feel like I need to do more to earn it.

The poses were not long- the longest one was six minutes but I managed to make them complicated and painful (as usual.) I just don't feel like I've done my job unless I put some effort into my pose. I did a fencing pose (a riposte) for seven minutes which actually fatigued my guard arm. Oddly my sword arm which was extended fully for that same amount of time didn't bother me.

We broke a bit early and the instructor wished the class a good weekend which seemed to be working ahead of the curve- I still had two days of the day job ahead of me before the weekend. I guess the student life is a bit different than the life of the working drone...

The instructor thanked me and complimented me some more as I got down from the platform. I went to the tiny changing booth to get dressed. I realized I was always calling the instructor "professor" and I didn't know if this was how she wanted to be addressed. I went to find her after I was finished dressing but couldn't find her. So instead I went and retrieved my motorcycle and went to Rammy's to get a sandwich.

I hope the twelve students who chose to come to class appreciated my efforts today. I hope those that chose to engage in other activities make it home safe tonight. To those who head to Rammy's to get a sandwich I recommend the "Sawhorse" sandwich. It has horseradish but it's mild. It's a special and not on the regular menu so you'll have to ask if you don't see it on the specials board.

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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