Showing posts with label drawing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drawing. Show all posts

Thursday, 14 June 2012

Life drawing classes: clothed and unclothed




This is a flyer I designed to promote life-drawing classes at Ashley Wood Farm. Clare, who runs Ashley is very keen that there is a space to produce work, and also to exhibit. I'm really grateful to her for this fantastic opportunity; I loved teaching it years ago – all the pupils were women, and mostly, so were the models – I didn't so much teach as encourage and cajole, and the results, especially from the novices (though nobody, strictly speaking, is a novice at drawing) were spectacular in their energy and spontaneity.

Classes are £20 for two-hours with either a clothed model (10-midday) or nude model (6.30-8.30pm). So you pay £100 for five lessons, telling me in advance, if possible, what sessions you can attend. 

Materials needed: Drawing board (20 x 30") paper and drawing equipment (charcoal, pencils etc) 

NB Don't forget a can of fixative (it stops the charcoal from smudging). A cheap version of this is hairspray! The studio has big windows, so the smell won't hang around for long!

I want to arrange an exhibition which features drawings from these classes at Ashley Wood, where we can have a proper Private View, drink white wine and listen attentively to the murmurings of adulation from friends and public alike. 


With live music and canapes. Whatever they are.

So, I can't wait to start again. I have to get people to commit to 5 weekly classes, but if for some reason they can't make the whole block, they will be credited for the sessions they miss.

The morning sessions will end at midday, and it is hoped to extend these to a lunch at the Beckford Inn nearby.

But I mustn't get too carried away.





Tuesday, 8 June 2010

Speak The Culture: Roberto Saviano

Poor Roberto, he's only 30 now but he wrote the book Gommorah in 2006 detailing the pointless and vicious backdrop of violent corruption in modern Naples practised by The Commorah, a local mafia-style operation.

He was given permanent police protection by the Italian Minister of The Interior, but has possibly left Italy after an informant revealed plans to kill him and his police escort on the motorway between Naples and Rome.

Naples is edgy, frantic, even. (I had my pizza stolen one night; no big deal, but I was eating it at the time) The film of the book is exciting and depressing in equal measure because you know this terrible stuff is going on routinely, all the time. His bravery has been championed by Umberto Eco, Dario Fo and Desmond Tutu and La Repubblica is collecting signatures on its site.

He's handsome, clever and amazingly young to have published such a significant and worthwhile book.

I wish him a long life and a brilliant career.