Date: December 1, 2018
This week for drawing class, Rudy took us all to the zoo to practice what he called “high octane life drawing.” The idea was that animals are always moving, so we'd only have a few seconds to capture them; they weren't going to stand around and pose for us.
I don't really know how this worked out for him in past years, but it's getting to be pretty late Fall, so most of the animals were actually super lazy and practically on their way to hibernating. The trip was a lot of things, but “high octane” definitely wasn't one of them.
I really got to put my new brush to the test this week, what with using it without steady access to a cup of water, or anything. I did have a water bottle with me to refill it when needed, but otherwise, I tried not to carry too much stuff. I was kinda jealous of my classmates who were just walking around with sketchbooks and pencils to start, but I think my drawings came out way, way better than any of theirs did.
The thing is, I never really thought of myself as the guy who'd make all this saccharine looking work. I mean, I can't deny that there's something I like about doing it, and it's mostly just a school assignment, but I don't really know if I'm happy with this stuff, either. I mean, I can definitely see where Rudy was coming from before, with how I wasn't exactly having fun, but stuff doesn't feel like me.
But I guess I should have expected the solution wouldn't be that easy.
J.