old [art] school
If you’ve been to art school you might have been lucky enough to have one of those classically trained drawing teachers. The kind who maintain and enforce that subtle etiquette required when one person in the room is being a nudey pants.
The kind of art teacher who tells the class you must draw every morning for a few hours, in the hope that maybe those words will sink into at least one mind… these drawings are all at least a couple of hours exhausting work, and if you went to art school you might know many gazzillion of these I have. AND drawing was my favourite subject, AND had the best teacher, lucky me!
Anatomy was so hard, we drew from human skeletons, and live models, though I loved all those bones. I still do.
We also drew from classical busts.
And still lifes.