The Ugly: Hot Mess on a Platter

Strike that Pose!

"Dont blame it on the pose Bitch. Your ass can't draw!"

I warned you. Some days would be ugly. Today was beyond ugly. It was "oogly" to the bone. First of all, Frank was MIA from antaomy class. Second, so too was the mojo I had harnessed from last class. I was a mess. A hot mess. On a golden platter. One thing remained the same though. The model was in the same pose shifting and shuffling a million times a minute as usual. Scratching here and there. Of course I would like to pass the buck and blame today's ineptitude on a bad model...but I have absolutely no excuse. We had a substitute teacher. And he was exactly that...substitute.

I began by trying to find that dang "pelvic box". I found it alright and then proceeded to draw it incorrectly...and with confidence no less. As a result my figure began to take on a form that was a cross between a human...and an alien. My attitude was bad. My enery was low. I needed a drink. Maybe next time I'll toss back a few before I come into class. Am I too stiff? Is that why many artistics were also notorious alcoholics?

Damn. It just wasn't working out today. Me. The Model. The pose. The charcoal. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. I wondered if the model is the only one who's posing. Am I posing as artist when I really was artistically inept.

I stopped at the Wine store around the corner on the way home and bought a bottle of sparkling Shiraz. Is there a law against drunk drawing? Not in my house there isn't. Not in my house.