Yesterday, despite a killer migraine, I was fairly productive. My students are doing well on their final projects, I've documented a good chunk of my semester's work, and I had time to draw.
I was subbing a life drawing class's final, so I got to sit and draw the entire time, which was so nice. In undergrad I took a figure drawing class every semester that I could. It never seemed like work. (Do I sound like an informercial yet?). My professor was a short and crazily energetic old man who would rip up our newsprint pages if we started with a bad composition. While this sounds cruel, it never came across as being mean because he was a truly caring person. Ahhh, nostalgia.
Needless to say, I had a fun time in that class. We used conte-crayon on smooth newsprint paper because he had a mean dust allergy. I am now a conte-crayon elitist. But, last night I opted for colored pencil. I don't know why I don't use colored pencil more often, it is lovely.
Can I please take a figure drawing class again?