I learned in it what I could from Lehmann, and from Ingres too, and from maybe-Marietta, and from Leah; the eye of each of us stares back from the painting, although only mine and Leah's are living now.
I've come to appreciate reading a book along with a group. The things some people love that others hate. The parts others pick up on that you missed. Appreciating a well-written line together. I've learned that reading in tandem enhances the reading experience.
Non-life-drawers often assume that life drawing involves a sideways translation of one impulse into another impulse. But this assumption is flawed. I read the sex drive as a powerful force, but a specific one.
We don't need firemen and firewomen -- they're all fire fighters. And all those writers we love? We don't need to call the writer-men and writer-women. We can call them writers. And we can call the novels they write, just that. Novels.
My very favorite time to draw is in the evening. I like to settle into my comfy chair with a clip board, lots of paper and pencils jammed conveniently in my hair. The movement of the pencil on the paper is rather hypnotic, and before I know it, hours have gone by.