A friend of mine came up with the idea to go. (I strongly recommend bringing a friend. A nude in a well-lit room is all kinds of awkward, so someone to make regular eye contact with is a blessing). But it was just what I needed. It was like an artistic workout. The model started out doing a series of two minute poses, during which my pencils flew to make crude outlines before her timer went off. Some of the results are just pathetic--but no time to care, just flip to a fresh page and begin again! She gradually did longer poses and here are some of the results:
Even though they are just so very rough, there is a life to them that appeals to me. In my haste to beat the timer, I infused my energy into the drawing. This exercise mocked my usual tendency to agonize over the details and exposed my real instincts.
