My homebrew life class (probably NSFW)
It’s been a very long time since I went to life drawing classes. My favourites were the drop in sessions on Sundays at Oxford’s Jam Factory where I would stay for hours at a time in front of a luxuriously large sheet of paper, half covered in charcoal and chalk and completely oblivious to everything else.
I haven’t found (or, it must be admitted, looked particularly hard for) a substitute since moving to London but a few weeks ago I decided to try a kind of homebrew life class consisting of me, a sketchbook, a piece of charcoal, and the internet’s reserve of hardcore pornography.
And the results were actually not dreadful, although it was kind of annoying sifting through the fake breasts!