Last night I attended my second drawing class. I was too shy to ask the model if she wouldn't mind sweeping back her hair which was obscuring the head/neck/shoulder connection. I think the uninspired results I got are because of this. Getting the basic frame down on paper was challenging. Like trying to place clothing on hangers in a pitch black closet. You make guesses, but that I could have done at home.
I am not ordinarily seated three feet away from a naked woman. The experience was for me entirely nonsexual, as in entirely nonsexual, as in, I mean, really nonsexual. The model was certainly voluptuous and I suspect that there may have been a heterosexual male in the room who might have been aroused by her body. Me? I was distracted by that damn hair, and by the tattoo of a strawberry placed strategically, and, alarmingly, when one considers the pain its execution must have caused on what is undoubtedly the most sensitive part of anyone's body. (I think this fruit would not have been visible were it not for her extreme shaving.)
While sketching away, my mind wandered into thinking about the simple and obvious logic of the human anatomy. The parts are designed to fit. Not like what sometimes happens at the Home Depot where one might purchase a box full of something only to find out at home that the attachments don't couple correctly or that key parts are missing. I wondered if my lifetime insistence about the docking of my own fittings and couplings ought not to be amended to include what the manual would probably recommend. But I have never read my own manual. No one reads the manual we are each born with, so we don't know whether or not it directs us all toward the same performance of the obvious plug-and-outlet insertion, or, are ten percent of us born with more exotic manuals, written in French....
After the two hour session was over, and we were walking out into the parking lot, I said to a lady artist with whom I was chatting , "What would you think of a man who owned a perfectly good toaster but never plugged it in?"
She responded, "What would you think of a woman who was headed to the supermarket with a craving for strawberries?"