Hi, this is liana. The kid. :)

Ape Travails

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Originally uploaded by camille94019.

I don't know if we are going to have a table. My e-mail to the comic-con people has remained unanswered for a week. The check I sent them hasn't yet cleared. Their 1-800 number directs the seeker to their website. Every route is a dead-end. They sent me paperwork, so I know they got the app.

Fortunately, we have much time, little Happygoaters, to get the paperwork in order, for now, To your Drafting Tables!

Scribble Drawings

I'm thinking I might make books of art therapy directives. Or I will publish scribble drawings. Or other fabulous things I have ideas for but little time to execute. Next week is vacation, I will get those things done next week! YES! I MUST! I WILL! Wait... I have vignettes to write up next week... Maybe I'll publish a book of my students drawings.

Confessions

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Originally uploaded by camille94019.

I continue to be fixated on the archetypal "man's head." Maybe its not healthy, but I wanted to slap an example up here showing the cynical reader that:

1) I can draw hair

2) In spite of drawing in a cartoony fashion, I can also draw people who don't all look the same.

I saw this guy in the Valley. I am not sure that he was really French, unless I actually heard him speak that language, which I don't remember.



This guy really exists! See him in Big Shaft. I dare you!

Wisteria, Part Deux

Monday was just full of the drawing action. Here are some wisteria vines that crept into the sketchbook.

The Onus of Beauty

I drew in Muttonham last night for the first time in a few months. I was delighted that another one of my favorite models was there. Beautiful Conundrums The model was so beautiful that he was difficult to draw. Artists often prefer drawing ugly things because then no one is going go judge us for failing at some standard of beauty. We love the fat, the rolls, the dimples, the hair and the scars. No inner voices are going to accuse us of misrepresenting that mound of flesh. But when we have something beautiful, all of a sudden, it is Eric Satie falling at the Altar of Beauty. Auguste is staring over our shoulders snorting derisively. Not only am I uncomfortable joining the worshipers, but I have enough doubts about my own skills. The horror of coming up short is something that can't even be looked at in the face. Just think of all the terrible, hack portraits of beautiful women floating around, at the garage sales, behind people's couches, on the walls of adolescent boy's rooms-- its a ring of Art Hell that should remain unspoken. Muttonham Beauty When I drew him in April of '05, I didn't even try to transcend. There was no way to get around it, so I embraced being an awkward 12 year old girl, overtaken by swoony, day-glo, heart-dotted waves. I couldn't take the situation seriously. Not only did he look like he was chiseled out of caramel, but he was bald! All he needed was some rose petals and the rapturous vision would have been complete. Nearly two years have passed since the last time, and last night I was able to avoid putting hearts all over the paper. I have graduated to some hack homo-erotic level. The reasons to never do erotic art just keep piling up. A few years ago, I was vaguely tempted by the whole genre, but my native inertia and the fear of dying too early to destroy all the evidence in case it fell into the wrong hands prevented anything coming to fruition. NB Notice I am not blaming the model for being beautiful? The ridiculous situations I am relating here took place entirely in my head.

Sketch Contents

Life drawing is a collaboration between the model and the artist. The model is putting on a performance with their body, just like an actor. Unfortunately, sometimes they just sit, and the artist has to compensate with her imagination. That is how fat camille's body was born. I was drawing a bored, overweight model. She was not engaged at all, and for hour after hour, she sat, lumpen, in the middle of the room. Her head got smaller and smaller as her body reached enormous proportions, and soon I was drawing the fat camille body, complete with the featureless face and buns. These drawings, on the other hand, are of Paul. I have drawn him a couple of times over the years, and one time I actually hired him to come to Flip Flop. He always brings a bag of toys. The contents vary. Sometimes he's got a phone or a ray gun. This time he had a cigarette, a turban and a toy pistol. He makes faces. He tells stories. I hadn't seen these drawings since I did them, and it was a pleasant surprise to see Paul gracing the pages of my book.

Wisteria For the last few months, my private student and I have been drawing the trunks of old Muttonham wisteria vines. She is 14, and embraces the dynamic membranes of the twisting plant with unselfconscious gusto. We usually draw together, and this is one of mine.