I have seriously been neglecting my figure drawing. I know this because my manequin has been giving me attitude lately. I constantly think, “hey, that would make a cool drawing” and begin gathering resources, but I just haven’t made the time to get to it. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve even touched my pencils in two weeks. I spend more time thinking about new tools I want, or classes I want to attend, or websites I might subscribe to for models. That seems to be as far as I ever get lately. Like a writer with a brand new ream of paper and a fresh ribbon in his typewriter*, I’ve run out of excuses but am lacking in motivation and inspiration. Tonight, I was considering doing some figure drawing. I twisted and pulled the little wooden figurine into poses I thought I might like to draw. Somehow, every time I stopped, his arms were crossed and he seemed to be glaring at me. I think this weekend I will have spend some time gruntling my manequin.

*For those of you born after 1980, a typewriter is a kind of “crash-proof” word processor