O, patience!

I wish I had it. Patience. This time in the context of drawing. I went to the Jerusalem Studio School to see in their "Drawing in Daylight" was something for me. Three and a half hours in their hall with a variety of sculpturs (mainly Greek/Roman replica), my bench and paper, and willow charcoal - and I was angry with my... work after 2 hours. Stupid thing, it didn't look like I wanted it!

It made sence what the teacher said:
- Don't draw the contours of the object, but draw the shapes of the different shadows and light, the geometrics.
- Then tell about the relationships between the different tones [draw the greytones, shadows].
...I just couldn't make it look like the torso in front of me.

But when she added the next step:
- Now tell the story about the meeting between light and dark, between the tones. Do they argue, do they dance? [Is it a sharp edge or a soft toning from dark to light?]
And suddenly, and when I walked a bit away from my paper, it looked like something! I still need to get the proportions right, but I was pretty proud of myself in the end.

The "model" and my result, including chaos-coal-trying-scratches in the margins.

And maybe I've learned a little more patience with drawing!?

Jerusalem Studio School

I've always wanted to be able to draw and paint, but never taken my time to practise (I guess I don't have enough patience for it...). But, being here and taking a year of for pursuing my interests, I'm looking for drawing- and or painting classes. I found the Jerusalem Studio School online, and called to ask if I could attend a class and see if it wass something for me.

First challenge was to find the place. They hadn't written their address on their webpage (apparently, all the institutions I plan to visit have P.O.boxes, and therefore don't care to mention their physical location), and the lady in the telephone gave me the hints "it's close to the (something I forgot) Mall, in the building with the round windows, take the rightest elevetor to the floor number 5", and when I asked "Is it in Yad Harutzim street?", she answered "yes, closeto that." So I though I had it. But still spend 45 minutes finding the place, and not in the street I expected, and only because I had decided to walk in every building and take a closer look - cus nothing were written outside, or only in Hebrew. But I found it!

The class was an introduction to painting with oil colours - in Hebrew - and I had good talk with the teacher afterwards and a nice Norwegian guy (and we agreed it was good that the other one was not a Swede ;). So on monday I'll go and see their "drawing in daylight" class, and probably sign up for that and the painting one on tuesdays.