So Wednesday night saw me stumbling along with my plastic bottle of basics wine to Bow Roads art club for a night of drinking, revelry and full on nudity. This wasn't your stuck up Life Drawing class but a bohemian den of (potential) antiquity spontaneously put on by "The Late Night Shop" .. a bunch of lucky ladies who have the house as a home for the next couple of months. The nakedness was good. The singing even better... The drawing disastorous but the whole experience made me feel like a proper artist (you know one of those romantic bohemians) as opposed to a twat who prances around in front of a camera. It was back to my routes. I missed my routes. And now I am on a one way road back. (Next time) Gin bottles up and knickers down! ... and maybe somewhere along the way I will remember how to draw again.
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| The bent candle... |
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| Full frontal (with a feather) |
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| St Martin's seems to have ruined my drawing skills... I have reverted to a ten year old. |
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I always seem to start with the tits...hmm is it saying something?
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And the only problem of the whole evening really... I wasn't naked too !
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