Ever since the perfect life class that I attended when we first moved here - over 20 years ago now - I have been looking for another such. It was perfect for me because it was a class for the students at Winchester School of Art - life classes were not compulsory, and so the elective one was held in the evenings. In order to add to their kitty they made it also open to non students, and I along with two or three others would go along, sit in a corner and just get on with things. That was the first life class I had ever attended, and it was not taught - I learned by observation, both of what I was doing, and by observing the work of the students.
Today I attended the first session of a class which I hope will come near that perfection. It takes place once a week for two and a half hours, and is meant for those who know what they want to get on with. There are about eight or ten of us, mostly well matured, like myself! And despite having forgotten how hard it is to get back into the swing of things: establishing that direct link between the eye and the hand, and learning to look at three dimensional flesh and bone, etc. after using my imagination or elements of photographs for years ... I think I'm going to enjoy it.
I have started with charcoal until I become looser and more confident, and then I shall move into colour - which is what the class is supposed to be about. Last year I read Drawing and Painting People: a fresh approach by Emily Ball in order to help loosen me up. I shall return to that again now while attending these classes to see if I can devise an approach for myself.