How many surrealists does it take to change a light bulb?
Fish.
Fish.

Then its back to the classroom and a demo on how to prep the drawing paper with a neutral base tone, say about a 30% gray, using the long edge of a chunk of charcoal in tangent with a wad of toilet paper. Once that stage is done, using alternating strokes of the charcoal and an eraser I begin to block out large areas, first with sketched lines, then blobs of value, gradually refining as I go, along with constant smearing with the wad.


This is a very forgiving and malleable project, as at any point mistakes can be simply obliterated and modified by adding or subtracting more charcoal. And again I reiterate that I’m ultimately more concerned with the building up of a full range of shading, from deep, rich darks to the highlights, with smooth transitional gradations in between, to really give a sense of volume and depth to the image. Which, by the time they’re done, should be either a horrifying portrayal of their inner anguish at the insane class they are taking, or a hilarious caricature. Putting them all up in one of the department’s hallway display cases adds an extra dimension of creepiness; there’s a collective impression of an entire class trapped under ice or being sucked into a Lovecraftian hell.

Additionally, while the class is doing this I check everyone’s sketchbooks for the thumbs for the second assignment (the article of clothing) that’s due in one week (part of their weekend’s homework), and remind them of how the previous session’s exercises with the compositional thingy using a wad of toilet paper + the Fred Machetanz value study and how they both directly relate to today’s task. By now, some have quickly figured out exactly why there are no excused absences in this class as they will be at a distinct disadvantage if they miss even one day. One habitually late student was basically left behind today, as there was no possible way I was going to go over everything they had missed, especially for one person when there are fifteen others who are ready, waiting, and prepared – the students who deserve energy & attention are the ones that care enough to at least show up on time. Might sound rather heavy-handed, but there logistically just isn’t enough time to go around as it is, and I focus my efforts towards those who demonstrate their interest with their actions, starting with attendance.
Fifteen minutes before the end of class, there’s a brief review of the work done today; comparison and contrast with what works, what doesn’t and why, announcements, early warning on what will be needed for Thursday’s exercise, and breakdown of the still-life while they clean the tables out of consideration for the incoming class. Afterwards a check-up on the BFA student’s final countdown to his opening next week, and drop off the two freelance gigs from last week to the respective clients for payment. Couple hours are spent mulling over some doodles in the sketchbook, creative juices inspired by a quadruple-shot mocha.
“I tell young people that the greatest paintings in museums are made with minerals mixed in oil smeared on cloth with the hair from the back of a pig's ear. It's that simple.” - James Rosenquist

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