I go to a life drawing class on a Wednesday night. Last night was hard work. I lost my eraser during my second drawing, it turned up in my pocket. Then I dropped my palette half way through the last pose and someone had to get it for me because I was sitting too close to my easel and couldn’t stand up without knocking over the person behind me.
I don’t know about anyone else but I had trouble with the proportions. On one drawing I made the model too wide and also made her hands too large on another one. I had taken a couple of little canvases with me so I spent an hour on a small painting. I made the mistake of drawing the figure out first in burnt sienna, when I came to add paler colours it showed through! I was trying to use zinc white to go over the lines, but ended up using titanium white to mask them. By the time I had sorted that out 20 minutes had gone and I only had 40 left so ended up with an unfinished painting.
The class is held in a little village hall out in the countryside. Most times when I drive home it is dark but the sun was just setting and the trees were beautifully sillhouetted against the darkening sky. I wish I had taken my phone with me to get a picture of it, but it was at home getting charged up.
Sometimes things don’t go exactly as you want them to, last night was like that, not a disaster, just a bit frustrating. I should be painting now but I’m giving myself a rest.