This was a practice sketch from an online life drawing pose resource site that I took a bit of a liking to, and decided to finish off with a bit of Celtic imagery. All very instinctive, so perhaps a little short of sub-textual depth, but I still like it. Feel free to make up your own narrative for it!
Drawn from life at The Moon and Nude Clapham, October 2018.
Jools only modelled for us once at the pub in Clapham, but she was a) very friendly and b) an extremely accomplished dancer and yoga practitioner, which came across in her extraordinary ability to hold this pose for 20 minutes. This sketch may not be one of my most polished, but I do really like the dynamism and at least partially successful attempt to interpret the fantastic pose.
Took a leaf out of Michael Bay’s book on this one vis-à-vis subtlety. You can taste the colours with your mind, brother! I think it kinda looks oddly like Connery is wearing some sort of outrageous late ’90s football shirt, what with the little Alcatraz as the club crest. That Alcatraz was inspired by the terrible Blu-ray cover, which stuffs an awkwardly clipped little jpeg of the prison at some random position under the floating giant heads. I thought it was funny.
A pretty quick sketch for a bit of a sly favourite – there’s something gleefully wrong about this film that is impressive to behold. It’s a boldly amoral, extremely entertaining headrush cocktail of teen trash, neo-noir, skeevy erotic thriller and black comedy. See ya at the club, Tom!
My cousin from Chicago played this film for me when I was 6 years old. I blame that viewing for all my weird subsequent fixations and fascinations, so big thanks to cousin Kenny for setting me on the righteous path of the gorehound with his benevolent negligence.