This morning, I went downstairs, and yes, I did think, "Well, is that all!" but I still felt pretty good. I went to my figure drawing class and told Ronette about it and she was pleased. Gosh, the zing was two years in the making, to the month!
When I have a psychological breakthrough like the one yesterday, I like to look back and find out how it came about. In the short run, it was most definitely last week's figure drawing class; I got a bit bored at how all my drawings looked similar to each other; nice, polite graphite or pencil on white, brown or gray paper. So last week, I picked up three different pink pastels and drew on black paper; the result was at once striking and revolting, but it was new for me, and I was pleased to have tried it.
I think that gave me the courage to add a little zing to my warp, though I didn't connect the two until this morning.
Today I continued drawing in new ways; I used white conte on newsprint, (they looked like my weaving), charcoal on black paper with lime green pastel highlights, and yellows/oranges on black.
Towards the end of last term, my drawings were starting to look nicer, but we're now working in quick gesture drawings, drawing impressions, so my shapes and proportion all out of kilter again. Our regular model Fran is slender and long, but my drawings look like moi, dumpy. Can't win them all...
Ben, who has known me since 1985 as someone who always chose sensible, understated choices, has been pleased with what I've been doing. There's something wrong, with Fran's right thigh/bottom, the highlights shapes are wrong; that's what happens when I stop looking at the model and just work on the paper. I like how her left shoulder looks as bony as her shoulders are and how her lovely chin sits; not sure what happened to her right shoulder. But I'm still sticking to a rather small range of colors near each other on the wheel. Must. Try. Harder.