Way back in the twentieth century I attended an art school in the backwaters of the Eastern Cape. One of the advantages was that the Graham Hotel – with Castle Lager at 40 cents a shot – was 5 minutes walk away. Another was that it steadfastly refused the tide of innovation that held sway in big city art schools. Archaic practices like life drawing were firmly adhered to. Teaching – as invented by the tyrant Henry Tonks of the Slade art school – lived on in the deep colonial periphery. First year: pencil drawing from casts. Second year: still life painting and anatomy studies. Third year: life painting. And despite one’s youthful indiscipline, one could not help being enriched by this.
Our life class convenes on a Wednesday morning at the Hornbill Gallery. We’re middle aged, our youthful competitive urges long gone. We’re all artists of one sort or another – trying to lift our game, to hone our craft. No-one gives instruction – a level of competence is assumed. Life drawing is a wonderful ego corrective, should you need reminding of how difficult this game is. You go through a wide range of emotions; hope, curiosity, then self doubt, frustration and humility. One yearns for improvement. However, there’s no discernible upward graph: small gains are followed by smudges and reversals. That well rendered arm ends in a clump of viennas for fingers. That satisfying line is misplaced on the page: start again. But looking at the drawings later, there’s always something: just enough to keep you going back for more.
We warm up with quick, minute-long poses. Our model Kim does what she likes and we follow. Later we do longer reclining poses. There’s a conversation about these, an ebb and flow between artist and model. Unlike say, Degas or Lucien Freud, who were famous torturers of the model, this is very egalitarian. The class is mainly female; that may be why. Modelling intends to project something: sexuality, opulence, cool sunglasses. This is a presentation of one’s form, unadorned. It takes something though to survive the close scrutiny of ten sets of eyes, and Kim has it: the rare knack of being present and absent at the same time. During short breaks we look at each other’s drawings and offer encouragement or appreciation. And then we are back to the business. Look , there it is, this mysterious living thing. That neck at that angle, that hand resting on that leg, will never be exactly there again. Here it is, ticking away, trickling away, your life and mine. Get it down while you can.
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28/03/2014 at 15:26
Graham
Superb writing, Carl. Grim
Quoting Travels with Pierneef :
> Carl Becker posted: ” Way back in the twentieth century I attended an > art school in the backwaters of the Eastern Cape. One of the advantages > was that the Graham Hotel – with Castle Lager at 40 cents a shot – was 5 > minutes walk away. Another was that it steadfast” > >
28/03/2014 at 15:28
Paul V Walters
In Vietnam …beer is still 40c ! Aint life grand. Nice piece Carl
29/03/2014 at 22:04
Carl Becker
thats cool. Do you still drink beer though? I’m going to attempt to resend that fokken email. Cheers, down the hatch and all that.
28/03/2014 at 16:05
Ivor Powell
Beautiful!
On 28 March 2014 13:22, Travels with Pierneef
29/03/2014 at 22:05
Carl Becker
thanks Ivor!
28/03/2014 at 18:02
Mary Ann Cullinan
Wish I could join in… I have a bag for Cathy. Please lets make an arrangement nect time you’re in town? xx
29/03/2014 at 22:07
Carl Becker
OK I’ll get in touch before I come to CT next. No immediate plans.
29/03/2014 at 11:41
jeremy
carl the second drawing…does the merman live in Hermanus?
29/03/2014 at 22:08
Carl Becker
we have many unusual creatures here!
29/04/2014 at 10:36
Peter Hyslop
Carl, “one could not help being enriched by this”. Absolutely! Thanks that “archaic practices like life drawing” were kept alive at Rhodes, Paul Klee wrote in 1902 that he would continue to study anatomy, but as a means more than and end in itself. How would would he have made his beautiful imaginative images if his practice had not been rooted in drawing early in his career? Keep drawing. Peter.