I got attracted to taking a class in drawing the Female Buddha. It turned out to be a quite rigid approach–complete with grids and even a sequence of when to draw what part (which I ignored completely). I was amazed at how many people were happy to follow this. I guess they liked the result. For my part I wondered whether to continue, but it was fun drawing for so many hours and being told to slow down by the teacher–which was something my Ashtanga yoga teacher had been telling me as well. I was so far ahead of the rest of the class that the woman next to me asked if I was a Ninja. I assured her I am. Meanwhile, it had only been months before I was asking the boyfriend what the heck a Ninja is anyway. The next day I received a package from the International House of Ninjas! Is that synchronicity or what? I also opened a magazine and the first article I came to was one about thangka painting–with the author defending against those who say most are the work of copiests with no originality. So even though it seemed like I was there for no reason, hmmm?
Yesterday evening, en route to teaching my drawing class, I heard a former student’s name on the radio. He is being charged with hundreds of thousands of dollars of property damage for graffiti vandalism by the city attorney. I can only hope his time under my tutelage made the damage more aesthetic. I can’t take full responsibility since apparently his record started before he studied with me. What I most remember about him was his air of superiority. Maybe that’s what it takes to make it in the LA art scene–which apparently he’s doing as well, since the city attorney is also seeking to block him from profiting off his street name. It seems to me they could collect more $ from him if they allow him to use it.
At the end of the evening, one of my students told me that she felt her drawing skills have improved more in the few short weeks of taking my class then in all the years of other classes she had previously taken. This isn’t the first time one of my students has said this.
Win some, lose some?
Another crack at getting those light warm purples–a challenge in oil as anyone who has tried it would know. I should try it in acrylic!
I saw what appeared to be a homeless guy on Venice beach today. He was coloring on a pad with a stash of craypas in his bag. From the distance I chose to stay at–mostly not to disturb his process–it looked like a fleur de lis. Incongrous. Anyway, that’s dedication!
I had this idea to do this for many months–since I saw a beautiful purple hydrangea in this silver antiquish pot. It was in a queer little shop on Montana. It was tiny and pricey for a flower but I had to have it. The man assured me it would last a week, but it pretty much died the next day. Still the silver thing was left–just needed to find another purple hydrangea. I like the simplicity of the silver against the complexity of the flower.
My paintings are in a show with this title opening tonight in Midlothian, Virginia–at the Bella Arte.
If you’re in Midlothian, let me know what you think!