PNCA Solo Mission.

Every Wednesday night an art school near my own-(fart Institute) holds a life drawing session for about 3 hours. This evening I rode my bike on over and helped the crazy lady set up the studio. The Crazy lady then knocked over my pencils and asked everyone in the room to please let her set up the studio herself for the next few minutes. The model arrived a little late because of traffic but no one really seemed to mind. The night started with 10 one minute poses, (my fay've) and carried on into the longer 15-25 minute poses. Whith the longer poses I am now able to get one or two practice drawings in before I start one that I actually like enough to detail a bit.
I stayed for about three hours and filled what is probably 1/4th of my sketchbook. What I included in this post are four of my drawings that I was somewhat happy with. I did a lot of thinking to myself during this session. For a moment I was convinced that the model could hear my thoughts and was in fact communicating with me telepathically. I thought about how it has been for the past three weeks or so-- (drawing wise, which inevitably translates to everyday comings and goings. My feelings and thoughts about my work tend to directly mirror my attitude toward life, people and experiences.)-- being happy with this new quick and unapologetic way of making lines while observing people just sitting around parks and courtyards, being happy to be walking on newer firmer ground, ground that I had always wished I would cover. Today was a day that comes around every couple months that I rarely notice while it's happening. I realized that I had grasped something new and that it was time to move forward again, getting to this point was incredibly painful, difficult and uncomfortable but it's worth the trouble to see REAL proof that I have grown. The proof is there in those piles of sketchbooks, I can look back and see where I came from, I can even see reflections of my mood and outlook on life at the time of the drawings. This may be rambling but it is also the first time in a while that I have used this blog to try and express myself without the use of a drawing, although some are likely inches from this sentence. Anyway on to the Noody picz.