Half way through the second week, and another very successful life class, from my point of view anyway – I’m not sure that the model would agree entirely as he got very cold feet (literally). Most of the students came back from last week, as well, which is always a good sign.
Last week we started off doing the “tearing A1 paper into progressively smaller pieces” thing at the beginning, in order to allay the Terror Inspired by Large Pieces of Paper. Within about 15 seconds of the students beginning to draw on the A5 size, it was obvious that they would have no trouble filling an A1 sheet. This week they dived into the “entirely tonal drawing” exercise with enthusiasm, and mastered it immediately. I am going to be stuck for things to challenge them with at this rate. Perhaps I will actually have to teach some anatomy?
Week 1, Year 2
Here we go again…
The new sessions have started, and the three students in Block 1 have some interesting ideas with great scope for development. During the first week they are supposed to research widely and generate even more stuff which they can then refine during the following weeks while they write and revise their essays. Ideas thrown into the melting pot of our first tutorial include the role of plastination in medical & public education, notions of the “freak show”, exploitation, consent, the increasing public availability of medical images; feminism, infertility; artists’ interpretations of their own bodily and mental distress; the anatomy and function of the brain; evolving cultural mores;;;;
I delivered my expanded talk/woffle about drawing and was embarrassed to note how many of my own drawings I’d included. My defence is that a lot of the images I’d wanted to use were “unavailable for copyright reasons” (mainly on the Tate Gallery website) – which reminds me that I still haven’t heard from the publishers of Gray’s Anatomy about using Henry Carter’s illustrations. I think I shall just go ahead, and see what happens.
The life classes got off to a good start (thanks, Trevor) and we had three returnees from last year. Once again, I was impressed by the rapid increase in confidence evident in the drawings produced over the course of the two hours. None of the new students had been to life classes before, although all of them aready show considerable ability. So – I hope we will go from strength to strength, and with any luck I will remember to charge the battery in my digital camera before next week.
Well well, well….
I was riffling through my emails late last Thursday, and nearly deleted one from Artists Talking News. However, my eye was caught by the appearance of my own name as I scrolled down the page: a nice person called EH Cocker has nominated this blog as the “Choice Blog” for March. (I keep having to check the email which I didn’t delete, in case there’s a mistake, and it isn’t me after all.)
I’m very flattered (“made up”, as they say around here on the Welsh side of Liverpool Bay) and not a little amazed to realise that there really is someone other than me reading this blog. EHC has written such kind things too – do I recognise myself from the essay?? I’m not sure (blush, blush) but I’m glad I don’t give the impression that I’m an opinionated curmudgeon. So thank you very much, EH Cocker, and if there are any new readers as a result of your generous review, the new term starts on Tuesday 3rd. May…
More musings from Edinburgh…
When I lived in the Old Town, I never visited Greyfriars’ Kirkyard – mainly because it was always full of tourists, but also because of the unbearable tweeness of the business of Greyfriars’ Bobby (although I loved the Disney film as a child). Last week, however, I was a tourist myself, and besides, the Edinburgh graveyards have a particular relevance to anatomy studies…
I had a nostalgic and productive research trip to Edinburgh last week, and came back with a full sketchbook, very sore feet and several hundred digital photographs. As usual, several of the photographs are out of focus or impaired by “barrel distortion”, requiring the attentions of PhotoShop. Should have taken my trusty Pentax, but it’s heavy, doesn’t have a case, and anyway, it’s got a B&W film in it at the moment.
Edinburgh has undoubtedly perked up since I lived there in the 80s, and it was greatly enhanced by the glorious Spring weather. In the space of a day and a half I managed to cram in most of the public galleries in the centre of town, the Royal Scottish Museum (amazing “new” extension), some of the closer private galleries, and Surgeons’ Hall.
Surgeons’ Hall is definitely for strong stomachs only – although it’s now open to the paying public and has lots of new historical displays, the core of the museum is very much as I remember it on my previous visit decades ago . On that occasion my father blagged his way in on our behalf as I was about to apply to Medical School, and the Porter said “I expect the children would like to see the monsters…..” No, actually. But I was impressed by the paintings by Charles Bell, done to record gunshot wounds during the Peninsular War. They’re still there, and nowadays raise a whole load of questions. Originally their purpose was didactic, much as projector slides or digital projections might be used today; issues arising from “consent” were not considered at the time they were made – the fact that the paintings are recognisable portraits would not have been a problem, but would have enhanced the authenticity of the image. That Bell considered the subjects as individuals as well as examples is evident from his notes on their eventual fates. Whether he ever intended the paintings to be on public display is another matter. Compared with his watercolours of similar matters, the oil paintings are dignified and restrained – “finished”, to use the contemporary term.
