… of the naked man.
Nude model sketch, ca 1991. I still have the utmost respect for these boys ‘n girls, as they posed cramped up in unnatural positions for hours on end under hot spotlights, a mere object to our relentlessly scrutinizing eyes. This guy was particularly good at it. He could sit still forever without moving an inch. A pro — unlike this 50-something female model that was highly entertaining conversation-wise, but had a tendency to switch poses every two minutes. She lived on the streets, and would turn up in class carrying — or wearing — whatever it was she had found on the streets. Quite a character. Whenever she entered the classroom we just knew we were in for 4 hours of instant-sketching, which, in retrospect, is a good skill to have. Some drawings of her are in my sketchbooks, I might feature them here.