‘…I let my eyes wander over her form… With eyes and pencil I slowly and tenderly caress, on paper, the upper contour of her thigh, from the back of her bent knee to her crotch. The lower contour, as it flattens slightly, reveals the contrast of soft, resilient flesh against the harder, cloth-covered floor.
‘…it is as though the model and I are alone in an otherwise empty room.
‘…My eyes move across to the model’s delicately rounded belly. Contemporary body-fashion dictates that this part of a woman’s anatomy must be absolutely flat; but a real woman, such as the one before me, has a belly which swells gently from her navel, out to her hips and down to her groin… In my imagination, each glancing touch of the graphite tickles the model’s flesh, which quivers beneath my fingers…’
The erotics of drawing by Doctor Dada
First published in Esperanto as ‘La Erotiko de Desegnado’ in Monato May 2001.
With a joyous lack of inhibition two seventeen year-old girls, A Level students, enthusiastically draw my genitalia like a plate of goodies in the middle of the page (as Lucien Freud sometimes did). I have noticed, in contrast to these girls’ behaviour, how some men draw-ers self-censor, moving to different positions in the room if I settle into a back-sprawl pose, so that they don’t have to deal with the issue of scrutinizing and recording the vagina of a woman with whom they are not on intimate terms. Or at least, I think that’s sometimes what’s going on. Am I right?
By the way, Char March, reviewing KUNST, says of the drawings in the pamphlet (including seventeen year-old Emily Phillips’ sketch, similar to her friend Sophie Pope’s shown above) that they ‘re-confirm my deep uneasiness about life-drawing’.
I have never felt uneasiness about life-drawing. If life-drawing does say something about gender relations – or just human relations – that is an interesting subject to think about.
Buy Rikki Beadle Blair’s utterly fantastic book of 365 daily messages, ‘What I learned today’. Not pompous. Not patronising. Not religious. Not pearls of wisdom. Here’s Rikki on ‘love’:
‘When someone says they are not in love with you – dumps you, fires you, expels you – be thankful. They are doing you a favour. Instead of wasting your time and quietly insulting you with tepid semi-commitment and a roving eye, they are setting you free to find love with someone appreciative and willing. At least they love you that much. Love them in return and release both of you. That’s love.‘
He is my secular guru.
My bathroom’s cheap laminate has now dried out but is permanently bubbled up. So what. It’s only a bathroom. I need to spend my next cash on my vehicle. Specifically, a new bicycle basket.
This week’s artist:
Sophie lives in the Yorkshire Dales, is doing A level art and leans towards textile design, and says she has also recently found “a passion for life drawing”, You can see it.