A picture is worth a thousand words

I had a really interesting experience at late night tonight of all places. I had my sketch book out working on something for costume construction when sean asks for it so he can draw something, being done with my demolition of 18th century fashion for the moment I readily handed it over. Looking around for something to draw I became the subject of the moment and he proceded to make me sit still (not an easy feat for me) for half an hour while he drew me.
Now this exerience struck a chord with me for two reasons. the first is simply that it made me remember the last time I was drawn, last and only other, on the bus back from NYC becky botta took a scrap of paper and started drawing me until she became frustrated and infromed me that my face was somehow too proportional...go figure, but that was an amazing trip and i relished in reliving it for a bit.
the second reason is a little deeper. All through high school I wanted to be worthy to be captured in someone's art. I used to wish someone would ask me to model for their photo projects, or that I'd be sitting there and someone with an amazing eye like chris would just be like let me draw you. I envied amy that so much people were always using her as a model and i remember once she said chris wanted to draw her while she slept because it was so beautiful. now I'm not silly enough to fool myself that sean drew me because i'm beautiful i think i was just a more interesting subject that the condiments. but still ranking above ketchup is something to be proud of :-) It's a special feeling though that someone sees you as art worthy, or more art worthy than salt and pepper.

A picture is worth a thousand words

I had a really interesting experience at late night tonight of all places. I had my sketch book out working on something for costume construction when sean asks for it so he can draw something, being done with my demolition of 18th century fashion for the moment I readily handed it over. Looking around for something to draw I became the subject of the moment and he proceded to make me sit still (not an easy feat for me) for half an hour while he drew me.
Now this exerience struck a chord with me for two reasons. the first is simply that it made me remember the last time I was drawn, last and only other, on the bus back from NYC becky botta took a scrap of paper and started drawing me until she became frustrated and infromed me that my face was somehow too proportional...go figure, but that was an amazing trip and i relished in reliving it for a bit.
the second reason is a little deeper. All through high school I wanted to be worthy to be captured in someone's art. I used to wish someone would ask me to model for their photo projects, or that I'd be sitting there and someone with an amazing eye like chris would just be like let me draw you. I envied amy that so much people were always using her as a model and i remember once she said chris wanted to draw her while she slept because it was so beautiful. now I'm not silly enough to fool myself that sean drew me because i'm beautiful i think i was just a more interesting subject that the condiments. but still ranking above ketchup is something to be proud of :-) It's a special feeling though that someone sees you as art worthy, or more art worthy than salt and pepper.