I’ve been thinking about me. Ooooh, woo-ooo, big surprise. I might even post some of my truly scintillating thoughts one day, if I can be bothered. This post isn’t really about that though. Well, sort of but not quite.
A comment by Boo has played on something that was playing on my mind anyway. All that image (yawn) stuff and, something little about drawing. It’s been ages since I really drew anything – all the usual excuses, time, energy, whoops-I’ve-become-totally-crap – and blah blah. Anyway, one of the last things I remember drawing was, well, myself. (Prepare yourselves for horror.) I happened to be living in a little old terrace somewhere and had, through a combination of manipulation, ill temper, and a revoltingly nice nature (hint – the first two were me, the third one not me) I manipulated myself into the master bedroom. That sounds far kinkier than it was. I merely mean that in my rental situation I conned the best room. The best room which had, all along one side, a floor to ceiling mirrored wardrobe. One night I was very bored, and very hot, and largely unclothed so I practiced a bit of the old life drawing on myself. From memory, and it’s been a while since I looked, those pictures turned out okay. That’s pretty much it really. I miss drawing. I’d like to do some more life drawing. I really must practice or I’ll embarrass myself with my lack of skill.
So, who wants to pose for me? j/k