With my renewed interest in the business of art, I decided that I need to compromise and not work from life all the time. The rest of the world paints from pictures, so I should adapt sometimes. I want to paint year around, so then I need to use pictures. My class, where we do nudes from life, will suffice for my live model work.
BTW, here are two of the instructor's pieces. It's an odd and pleasing way to do the human form.
She did a 30 minute demo in class, so I decided to practice a little yesterday. Well, I really wanted to get started in class, but this is one long winded woman.
Art, to me, is done outside or in a classroom. However, it's the year of change, so I'm now calling the old desk in my office my studio. Saying that makes me giggle, but it sounds perfectly official. I've had to de-clutter the desk to accommodate my supplies better, but it just keeps getting cluttered again...with cats. They seem to love pastels and a new surface to explore, lounge upon, and wreck havoc.
This is Syl.vie in my pastel field box. The foam was popular with both she and B.eau.
Here's a boys lounging shot featuring Spen.cer, B.eau, and J.
B.eau joined me yesterday evening as I used the new pastel technique on my leg. He was happy hovering for a good while.
Then he suddenly flipped over, rolled around, and screamed cuteness.
Of course, pastel clung to his back, so I had to clean him off.
Shortly after this, Spen.cer decided this new art technique needed some company.
And then Syl.vie decided the same thing.
Mem.phis hopped up here later, but scooted when he saw me go for the camera.
They're like children in competition for the latest and greatest spots.
Looking at them and at my leg drawing, it's kinda like they're sitting on my lap.
J didn't like how the foot looks. It was in the shade as I drew and he said it looks like moldy cheese. What does he know?