Both models were absent tonight, with one eventually turning up late. The hotel I draw at eventually made an open call for any audience members to model and earn a free $100. If it wasn't for being there with a male friend (For whatever difference that makes) I'd accept and do it nude. It wouldn't be my first time after all, and being that sort of vulnerable makes me feel, strange as it is, like a good person. It's the same reward I get from the sort of writing I do. As it was, I was willing to do it with my pants on, but a pretty, nervous girl beat me to the punch. She chose to model at the further end of the bar, to be some distance from her blushing friends. She looked excited and scared, the same way I felt at the prospect. This is pervy and crude, but I can image how turned on she'd be.
Anyway, the model that sat closer to me was plump this evening, and I tried drawing in elipses. Click the image to see more.
I talk about the link between sex and art a bunch. I'm not really interested in the former nowadays, so my drawings become either disinterested or kind of abstract. Y'know, less acutely aware of how legs connect to a body.
Click the image to see more of my five minute sketches from life drawing. (I get bored with longer poses).