Scrapbook - life drawing class

Last night I went to a life drawing class. Kind of weird and not at all what I'd expect - instead of a church hall with some middle aged women it was in a bar. We all sat around in a room while a young South American boy called Fernando removed his pants. Tribal music played in the background in the hope of making our pictures 'more primal...more animalistic.' Not sure if it worked. Mine were rubbish. And I spent most of the time feeling sorry for poor Fernando as he winced and clenched his way through each pose.

Overall the experience was very therapeutic. I imagine that's how I'll feel doing art therapy if I'm ever institutionalised.