Have you ever been drawn...

[THROBBS]

I doooooooo

Well then. Start a thread!

 

[THROBBS]

I love the position of the body and also her facial expression.

I was a bit smitten, myself.

 

[THROBBS]

The same model.
I'd have to go back and check the sketch books to see if this was from the same session.

*snip*

 

[Orchidea73]

I was a bit smitten, myself.

I can tell from the drawings.

 

[Lydia_Deetz]

another life drawing. pen (rollerball)

This is beautiful.

 

[THROBBS]

I can tell from the drawings.

Can you? Hmmm... I wonder, I think I've use the same technique with other models. Interesting, I should drag some out a compare — is there some subtle difference?

This is beautiful.

Thank you.

 

[THROBBS]

I was not smitten by this model (he was a more frequent model and quite good), though I think the attention to form is similar (though this was a few minutes longer)


*snip*

 

[Orchidea73]

Can you? Hmmm... I wonder, I think I've use the same technique with other models. Interesting, I should drag some out a compare — is there some subtle difference?

I don't think it has to do with the technique. There is something about her expression, face and body, that you were able to catch and transmit to the viewer such as me. She has a bit of melancholy and pensive, and it looks like it's watching or trying to reach to someone.

 

[THROBBS]

I don't think it has to do with the technique. There is something about her expression, face and body, that you were able to catch and transmit to the viewer such as me.

maybe she was smitten with me!? ergo the expression!

AHaha AHhahHAhAHAHAhahahahaaahaha! as if.

 

[Orchidea73]

maybe she was smitten with me!? ergo th eexpression!

AHaha AHhahHAhAHAHAhahahahaaahaha! as if.

Maybe. Though she is not looking at you. She is looking somewhere beyond...

 

[THROBBS]

Maybe. Though she is not looking at you. She is looking somewhere beyond...

True, she couldn't bear to look at me.

On very rare occasions have models made eye contact.

 

[Orchidea73]

True, she couldn't bear to look at me.

On very rare occasions have models made eye contact.

I didn't mean it that way.

I like her look. She's a bit lost in her thoughts.

 

[THROBBS]

I didn't mean it that way.

I like her look. She's a bit lost in her thoughts.

I know.

I do too.

I'm sure she was. Most models "get into a zone".

 

[y=mx+b]

Here's an example of a life drawing, which I later translated to an etching.
cutting and beveling a zing plate, the coating with a resist (like a varnish which "resists" acid). The I use a metal stylus to redraw the figure, scratching through the resist to expose thin lines on the metal. Then into a bath of diluted hydrochloric acid, which eats away the zinc, causing groovy grooves, that will hold ink.

Then I ink the plate and wipe the surface. A dampened piece of paper is laid on the plate and run through a manually cranked press (felt blankets are between the paper and the press roller to aid in pressing the paper into the plate and assuring that the ink is transferred.

(this image also has a bit of aquatint — which involved a second application of acid, applied locally with a brush after powdered rosin is dusted then melted onto the plate. The rosin is cleaned off after the etching)

I like this one a lot.

 

[THROBBS]

I like this one a lot.

Thank you.

So years ago, I played a show (I'm an indie rocker/bluesy/singer/songwriter type). After I got off the stage this nice young lady comes up and presents me with a drawing she made for me. It was well done and cute. I said "Wow, thank you so much, this is wonderful."

She then said "So...I draw for donations." Which is code for "give me money."

I look in my wallet and make the mistake of saying out loud "Dang, all I have is a $20."

To which she said. "Oh wow, that would be great!"

So I gave her the $20. Honestly? Totally worth it. I'm prone to give money to artists anyway. Cuz I'm good like that. And I got a drawing of me and an anecdote out of it. All is good.

That's great.
Funny, the relative value for artistic work.

Reminds me of the Picasso/napkin story:

Picasso is sitting in a Paris café when a fan approaches the artist and asks that he make a quick sketch on a paper napkin. Picasso acquiesces, draws his dove and promptly hands it back to his admirer along with an ask for a rather large sum of money. The fan is flummoxed. “How can you ask for so much. It took you a minute to draw this.” To which Picasso replies, “No, it took me 40 years.”

 

[y=mx+b]

So years ago, I played a show (I'm an indie rocker/bluesy/singer/songwriter type). After I got off the stage this nice young lady comes up and presents me with a drawing she made for me. It was well done and cute. I said "Wow, thank you so much, this is wonderful."



She then said "So...I draw for donations." Which is code for "give me money."

I look in my wallet and make the mistake of saying out loud "Dang, all I have is a $20."

To which she said. "Oh wow, that would be great!"

So I gave her the $20. Honestly? Totally worth it. I'm prone to give money to artists anyway. Cuz I'm good like that. And I got a drawing of me and an anecdote out of it. All is good.

That reminds me something similar happened to me at a coffee shop on Milwaukee!

Damn.

I've no idea what I did with it which will vex me as I know for certain it is filed away somewhere in the nether reaches of the house

 

[THROBBS]

That reminds me something similar happened to me at a coffee shop on Milwaukee!

Damn.

I've no idea what I did with it which will vex me as I know for certain it is filed away somewhere in the nether reaches of the house

If unsolicited, I have given drawings away to the subjects, but more often , I have drawn them to capture for myself.

 

[y=mx+b]

If unsolicited, I have given drawings away to the subjects, but more often , I have drawn them to capture for myself.

I envy your ability.

 

[THROBBS]

I envy your ability.

I feel lucky that I was encouraged. Practice, makes better... unless one keeps repeating the same mistakes and makes those habit! LOL

 

[y=mx+b]

I feel lucky that I was encouraged. Practice, makes better... unless one keeps repeating the same mistakes and makes those habit! LOL

Encouragement. What a novel concept.

I found myself in a group of friends where we all fancied ourselves as up-and-coming comicbook artists. Encouragement took the form of petty competition.

By the time I turned 30 my skill level reached the point where I wanted to be in eighth grade

 

[THROBBS]

Encouragement. What a novel concept.

I found myself in a group of friends where we all fancied ourselves as up-and-coming comicbook artists. Encouragement took the form of petty competition.

By the time I turned 30 my skill level reached the point where I wanted to be in eighth grade

It's not too late. I've seen folk learn the "tricks" of the trade rather late in life. That's if it is a priority — which often means other stuff suffers.

 

[THROBBS]

Related — (I've posted this before) One of my 1st illustrated stories on LIT (not currently up) it is a 75/25% factual/fantasy account of a drawing session (at the same location, but not with the same model as the recent posts). The drawings were all made from life.

Obviously, writing is not my bag.

I have been drawing the human form most of my life. I began Figure Drawing from a live nude model in high school. I felt quite worldly at the time and even after years of art school and a subsequent 20 years of drawing the human form at the local Art Center, I still have a sense of knowing.

There was a memorable model at the Art Center a year or so ago. She was a bit older than some, perhaps 40-something. Right from the start of each, hot, summer session, in which she modeled, there was a “charge” to the air. She was not “gorgeous”. She was sexy and sensual. Her hair was straight and blonde and she was curvaceous. She would bring her own blanket to pose on. She also had the unnerving habit of undressing right there at the model stand, rather than in the bathroom. I always tried to arrive early, regardless of the model, in order to get a good seat front and center. I find that watching a woman disrobe can be quite erotic, and I am sure she took some pleasure from this.

Another quirky thing she did; after removing all her clothes she would stretch and then cup and lift her large breasts, and give a slight casual tug to her nipples. All of this was done as if she was just adjusting them to their freedom. I found myself growing a bit longer in my shorts.

Once the first pose was taken, I became engrossed in capturing her essence; I had to put at least a taste of her sensuality in my drawings. Most of my energy shifted to focus on that task. The swelling stabilized. I was still longer than “at rest”, but not what one would call “erect”.

Part of my drawing technique is what I call “Lickenschmere”. I use either a water base roller ball pen or water-soluble pencils. I will draw a contour, then lick a fingertip and smear the line to define a volume or a shadow. I am not afraid to study every contour of the model; her neck, the curve of her hip or ass, her round stomach (I LOVE stomachs and bellybuttons), the recess of her navel, the wisps of pubic hair, the cleft of her pussy, the subtle color of her nipples. I became absorbed in the landscape of her body, often jumping from region to region.

I was somewhat startled as I studied the model’s face, to find her gaze locked with mine. A model is almost always (in this context) somewhat anonymous, observed in an objective way (hopefully with at least a “dash” of subjectiveness to breath life into the rendering). She had altered the “rule” by staring back! I did not avert my eyes; instead I moistened a finger and applied a wet digit to the part of her, which I had stolen into my sketchbook. She could tell just which part of her anatomy I was studying, transferring with strokes of pen, caresses of fingertips wet with saliva.

I felt a bit light headed. I noted that my mouth was slightly parted and became aware that my breathing matched hers. The rest of the room faded away in a kind of tunnel vision. My cock stirred again, growing in length and thickness down my thigh. I was aware that I was wearing shorts, which heightened my fever. Her poses turned more provocative and always with eye contact, though sometimes it was indirect via the studio mirror. I joined in her game. My hands were a bit shaky, yet I knew I must capture this. I moved my legs apart. I was seated as always with my sketchbook on my lap. My cock caught a bit of cool air, as I was wearing boxers under my cargo shorts. I was directly opposite the studio mirror, and I could see myself and judged what she could see of me. My cock swelled at the thought. She then had a small half smile, and knew she had me.

She took a pose on her knees, bending forward and away from me to rest her head on her arms, which were crossed on a velvet topped, rectangular stool. Her breasts spread softly under her weight (reminding me of the way a marshmallow puffs out of the side of a s’more, an odd thought). She looked back at me with veiled eyes, and adjusted her pose slightly moving her knees apart and back a bit. This caused one breast to fall free and hang in the most inviting way, as if to be milked, to be pinched, lifted, caressed, sucked on. The other effect of her repositioning was the tantalizing appearance of her soft, shaven pussy between her thighs just below her large round ass.

My reaction was to draw more furiously and my cock to increase to full length and hardness. The head of my throbbing organ grew beyond my boxers, which still managed to hold it down. The tension was great in every way. Luckily, no one else could see what was happening to me, though I did not look to see, nor do I think I would have cared. I casually let one finger hook under my shorts and extended it to gather the precum from the tip of my cock, which was by then precariously close to being exposed to anyone who might be looking. I used this new wetness in place of saliva to blend my drawing. In effect, I was spreading my cum on her ass in a virtual way. She sighed. There was a slight wiggle or roll to her hips and I could see HER wetness as her lips parted just slightly.

Suddenly, I was startled to awareness as the timer went off and the class ended. Everyone began packing up. The model rose up slowly, like a cat. She wiggled into her clothes. I lingered, putting away my pens and pencils slowly. Soon we were the only ones left. As we moved to the door she turned and asked, “would you like to explore any of the poses in depth?”...

 

[Grey Shadow]

That's a great story. I like voyeurism exhibitionism themes like this but they need to feel consensual for me. Peeping tom stories feel creepy. I looked into live modelling at one point because I needed money and this was suggested. Unfortunately most of the places I found had enough volunteers. I should have volunteered but I didn't. regrets.

 

[mnbreastluver]

 

[THROBBS]

That's a great story. I like voyeurism exhibitionism themes like this but they need to feel consensual for me. Peeping tom stories feel creepy. I looked into live modelling at one point because I needed money and this was suggested. Unfortunately most of the places I found had enough volunteers. I should have volunteered but I didn't. regrets.

Thank you.

I agree on the consent aspect.

Still might be able to model... after COVID settles down.
Age is no barrier.