Doing the Life Class

I've been trying to work out how I describe my attendance at life cvlasses as 'field work". when I tried to write up my rtecent recollections - all I could think of was pure trivia. I guess it woul;d be ideal subject matter for weblog - I could write short little punchy postings each day and be true to the format. I could even add picture - and meake the whle thing completely self indulgent - a pure artists blog.

but o but - the cringe factor sets in..........Imagine

sunday =- so and so posed - did all these raunchy stirpper style poses. ONe woman left (the I add a drawing of said raunchy pose).

tuesday - so and so posed - room was pretty quiet. I hadn't drawn her beofre -but I've knwn her for ages - we cuahgt up on the goss of muutal firends. Onme old guy offered to drive her to the station. I think she treated his as a filaed pathetic flirter. Attitude. Interesting. My drawings were OK tho.(post OK drawings)

Monday - so and so posed. I hadn't drawnd him for ages. i noticed for the first time he had a really large fat cock. Did lots of expressive hand gestures. I drew the poeple stanidng around drawing. (post drawing of model in rom - shwing my drawing of his genitals)

Wendesdya - so and so posed. they kept talking and interrupting my concetnration. I had a headache and could draw anyway. (post crap drawing)

In all of these trivial reflexive accounts - I am reciting my role as a viewere - as a drawer - and largely using text to legitimise my own view of what whas going on (and writing aobut t after the event). the comments just funciont as captions for the drawings - whihc I'd never show to any one anyway - and...its nt investitagtive wirting, its not serious, ints not empathic. Its reallt problematic.