Dr. Sketchy’s was a lot of fun again. I usually end up sitting by myself like a
tool – but the experience always makes up for the awkwardness. I’m starting to meet new people and getting
to know some of the regulars but I’ve never had much of a talent for it and it
doesn’t come easily for me.
The model this time was a goth goddess named Madeleine
Horn. When I first saw her I was a
little worried. She was a tall and odd
combination of Morticia Addams, burlesque dancer, and circus freak. Her large breasts, tiny waist and sculpted
facial features seemed a little over the top and I wondered how it would play
out on stage.
But when it started I was absolutely amazed. She knew exactly how to pose her body and
accentuate her curves. She was very self
aware and was able to position her over-the-top proportions into surprisingly wonderfully
attractive positions. It was a sketch
artists dream! I had an absolute blast
drawing her.
So I spent three hours drinking beer and drawing, and
drinking and drawing. It was
awesome.
I took the train to and from downtown because of the
convenience and my intended/ample beer consumption... So it was on my way home that another surprise
occurrence took place. It was after
midnight and I was sitting on a bench on the train platform waiting for my ride
home. A young woman came over and sat
near me. This isn’t too odd... When you ride the train late at night, it is
pretty common for young women travelling alone to migrate a little closer to
the middle aged white guy for a little more perceived security. I know that might not be politically correct to say but...
well... it happens.
Anyways, she moved in closer yet and asked me if I would
mind if she drew me. She pulled out a
small sketch pad from her coat and told me she was an artist. I pulled up my pad and told her; “So am I. And, if you don’t mind, I would much rather
draw you!” We boarded the train that had
just pulled up and quickly found a seat.
She told me we were only two stops away from hers and I knew I only had
a couple of minutes. I pulled out my
sketching pencils and opened my pad and proceeded to draw out a two minute portrait. Her eye sparkled and I think she was genuinely
thrilled with the experience (and result.)
She left with the portrait and a smile - and I was filled with an
immense boost of inner satisfaction.
It was a surreal experience that still has me smiling... And a wonderful evening that served to
strengthen my resolve and sense of purpose.
It felt so good to be able to say it (and mean it, and prove it): So am
I.
Quite glad I went out...
what a cool night.
Thanks for reading, sincerely,
Rod
P.S.
I painted a sign blank for Cherie this week... She has wanted to take my swap panel from Nub
in to her office ever since it arrived – so when she showed up with some sign
blanks from her work, I knew I was getting more than just a gentle prod to
paint her one. She was a little leery
at first but pretty happy with how it came out. Now I just gotta go get her a pole.
