My dad, Jim, AKA the suffering artist, recently signed up for a sketching class at the local art studio. He takes all sorts of classes, but this one is special.
Special as in… euwww.
Now maybe it is because he is an artiste and doesn’t have his mind in the gutter like I do, but when he told me he was sketching nudes, I made a horrible face and asked why he couldn’t paint something like fruit or flowers.
When I told Tyler that dad was sketching nudes, Tyler jumped to the phone to sign up for the class, but I broke his arm so that ended that.
Dad was very excited for his first class and as much as I do NOT want to talk about it, I do want to be supportive. So I called him after he got home and this is what I found out:
Are you ready?
He is sketching a nude guy!!
Specifically, dad and 15 retired women are sketching a dude!!
Ahhhh there is justice in the world.
Dad says that he does not feel awkward at all because this is his class and he is too focused on learning to notice anything.
Would he have said the same thing if it were a woman?
Dad said that a little old lady with white hair came in to class wanting to try it out, but when she saw what she was sketching she turned beet red and left after an appropriate amount of time.
Hmmm. Did she stay so she didn’t offend the man? Or, did she stay so she could remember what he looked like?
Then he proceeds to share with me that the retired ladies in his class told him that during the last nude session, the nude model was young and dropped out after the first class.
Because he thought it would be a good way to pick up girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh yes, and I did ask dad if the model posed with his legs open or crossed.
How do you think the model sits?