I just posted a set of drawings I made a while ago as I was really starting to find my stride. I always enjoy the messy, charcoal life drawings… it was always a process of the art kind of “emerging” from the muck. It became a lot less about drawing exactly what I saw and more like drawing what I felt I saw.
Which, incidentally, actually makes me a TERRIBLE sketcher and is severely limiting if I ever want to get really good… but I like what it helps me make and like how it feels.
I stumbled across this cache while looking for one particular drawing and was stunned to realize how far I’ve come. I now look at these and point out mistakes. However, I still like them… this was a defining time in my creativity.
I need to get back into a life drawing workshop / class. My access to “nekid folks” is, sadly, limited these days.