“Why do men feel threatened by women?” I asked a male friend of mine. (I love that wonderful rhetorical device, “a male friend of mine.” It’s often used by female journalists when they want to say something particularly bitchy but don’t want to be held responsible for it themselves. It also lets people know that you do have male friends, that you aren’t one of those fire-breathing mythical monsters, The Radical Feminists, who walk around with little pairs of scissors and kick men in the shins if they open doors for you. “A male friend of mine” also gives—let us admit it—a certain weight to the opinions expressed.) So this male friend of mine, who does by the way exist, conveniently entered into the following dialogue. “I mean,” I said, “men are bigger, most of the time, they can run faster, strangle better, and they have on the average a lot more money and power.” “They’re afraid women will laugh at them,” he said. “Undercut their world view.” Then I asked some women students in a quickie poetry seminar I was giving, “Why do women feel threatened by men?” “They’re afraid of being killed,” they said.”—
Margaret Atwood, Second Words: Selected Critical Prose (1983), pg. 413. (via bydbach)
You’ve probably heard the punchline before, but here’s the full context for the quote. (via muffinw)
I really enjoy your sketches from your figure drawing class and think it would be really fun to draw from live models. I've never taken a figure drawing class but have taken a few art classes and was thinking of attending a local figure drawing group. This group, however, doesn't have an instructor. Should I go anyway? I don't really know how these classes work so I assume I could just draw the model however I want but is there a "wrong" or "right" way? Thanks!
I’ve never had an instructor. I don’t really have any formal education at all past 5 years of high school and still dropped out somehow. So while formal instruction—and thus instructors in general—are largely absent from my development, I do kind of miss them. There are a lot of holes in what I know about what I do—most everything I’ve learned from listening to smarter people, asking questions, and then of course, most importantly: drawing a lot. Like a lot, all the time. Oh wait what was the question?
We don’t have an instructor in our figure drawing group, but then again it’s at a bar/gallery and it’s free. I set myself different challenges and that works pretty good. When there’s a boring pose I either try and zoom in and draw just one cool part—say, just the side of the head, or a foot, or something you don’t always think about—or if the pose is really boring or I’m just bored drawing the model, I’ll draw other people in the room, which about half the time is even better than drawing the model. I’ve been trying to draw more in pencil lately, work out forms and lighting, things I don’t think about much. Once I get tired of that I’ll go back to drawing with simple lines, maybe trying watercolor some more. The important thing for me is, in this order:
1) Don’t be bored, don’t not enjoy drawing
2) Don’t think about make pretty drawings, just think about seeing and drawing
3) Drink two delicious beers, three if you’re feeling wild.
Pleeeaaaaase tell me you've done some Blood Meridian art?
Is this you, Mom?? I’ve never read Blood Meridian. I’ve actually never read any Cormac McCarthy, actually. The closest I’ve come is listening to The Road as an audiobook back in 2008 or so while in a deadline swirl to finish my first published comic. The comic was about a little boy whose superpower was making other people fart, so inking a bunch of kid faces and fart clouds while listening to an excrutiatingly well-told story about dystopian cannibalism was… wearying. I’ve fallen out of the habit of reading “good” books somehow. I wonder if all the comics I read have dumbed me down somehow for the joys of prose and language and strucutre. The last few novels I remember reading were all trashy genre page-turners like the Song of Ice and Fire books, stuff like that. I’m in the middle of reading Herzog right now, but while every sentence is like a perfect, beautiful gem, I only get about 3 pages read a night before falling asleep.
Anyway, great seeing you at Thanksgiving, Mom! Love you! xoxo
“The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man’s mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.”—“The judge on the extraterrestrial, on order, on teleology in the universe,” “Blood Meridian” chapter XVII (via bowtiemoustache)