My dad over shared with Tyler and I the other day about his art class so, of course, I am going to over share with you.
Blogging works like that.
The other day my dad went to class and the teacher announced that they were switching models… nude models, if you remember correctly.
They were to have a nude woman this time around and my dad thinks that the teacher looked in his direction and smiled as she made the announcement.
My dad, being the only man in the art class, told me it didn’t matter one way or another if he sketched a nude man or a woman. He is there to learn his craft.
I also believed he read Playboy for the articles.
So as the story goes, he is in class working on his sketching and he tells us that he really needs to work on her feet, but the only way to sketch her feet is to get up close to her, the naked woman, and kneel down.
I know. La la la – I covered my ears too. I also suggested that he get some new friends to discuss these things with.
He sat with Tyler and me and debated his problem. He wants to ask her to drape a towel over her naked lower half so that he can focus on her feet.
He thinks that making this request will seem strange, but kneeling down if front of her without a towel would indeed be impossible.
I suggested that he use my mom’s feet to sketch, or a picture from one of his art books.
I also suggested he just put some cartoon feet on his naked woman sketch and be done with it already!
The artiste inside of him did not find that suggestion amusing.
Do you have any suggestions for my poor dad, the suffering artist?