Figure Drawing Class wrapped up yesterday, and I don't have any amazing sketches to show. The classes focused on turning figures into two dimensional planes, looking for the skeleton first (think lines: squares, triangles) and then at muscles/flesh (think curves: ovals, circles). Next we learned to see through an image, transforming 2D shapes into 3D (think cubes, cones, cylinders with "bracelet lines"--very much like Spiderman suits). Finally, we lightened our sketching to allow the silouhette to emerge, and added shading to render the figures human once more.
Drawing for a three hour class took more effort than I anticipated. I fidgeted a lot in the first class--to wear glasses or not, to sit or stand, to listen carefully to the teacher or vaguely delve into practice. I also forgot how different graphite and conte pencils feel compared to the smooth sweep of charcoal, my favorite medium.
The practice of drawing consumes time, but this is one way I've learned to see through ordinary objects into the intrinsic beauty hiding beyond a cursory glance. After hours of scribbling pencil on paper, the world metamorphoses from the familiar into the exquisite.
Has learning an art, or something else, ever opened your eyes to appreciate beauty hiding in plain sight?