Life class

A horrific night's sleep, feeling brain dead and horrid this morning. However, I mooched around the corner to a little hall to attend a life drawing session. Really enjoyed this, although felt a bit overwhelmed at first. There was very little preamble, and as I have not paid for coaching, I just got drawing. A nice group of people, all retired, and the tutor called Melissa was pleasant. Very little preamble. I had split second of thinking,  'crikey that person's got no clothes on' but almost immediately got caught up in the angles and shapes of the body. First few efforts failing to get the proportions anywhere near right. However some of the later sketches (we were in the Women's institute hall for a couple of hours) were a bit better. The model was doing what Melissa called pretzel poses, quite twisty and arms and legs doing lots. I found this quite difficult. First drawing class since I was in my teens and I could hear Ron Groom my old art teacher in my head. 

Three minutes walk home, feeling a bit rubbish with lack of sleep, bad ears and a sore throat. A snooze then finished the massive 1,059 pages of Ray Bradbury's short stories I'd been reading at night. 

Lorraine, meanwhile, very busy on a variety of projects.

Robin, off on her death doula course had sent me the wrong file the night before. So I couldn't upload the podcast.   

Below, very rusty and basic, but at least they look vaguely human.