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I was talking with a friend who is an illustrator about getting back into sketching but I didn’t want to get stuck in a class with an iron clad syllabus weighed down with an endless list of expensive materials. I still fancy myself a bit of an artist but in reality it has been over ten years since I was in design school and done any free hand drawing. He suggested that I check out the Jazz & Sketch at the Society of Illustrators. Every Tuesday and Thursday evening they have open studio time with models and live music.
The following Tuesday after work, with my sketch pad, #2 pencil and a lot of trepidation I biked up to the art club which is located on the Upper East Side in a restored carriage house designed in 1875 by Stanford White.The session was already in progress when I arrived so I slid into a seat at the back of the studio. I looked around the room and watched as the sheets of white paper clipped to the easels and laid out on tables, gradually filled with marks made by charcoal, pastels, pencils and watercolor.
I knew going into the evening, that I would be rusty, but what I feared most was disappointing myself. I was surprised when I flipped through my sketchbook during the break that my own drawings were beginning to take shape.
Song of the day For Beginners (AKA Mt. Zion) by M. Ward
Something I like, the flower paintings by Anh Duong
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