I’ve been taking some life-drawing classes recently in an attempt to hone my anatomy skills as well as being a pretty convenient excuse for leering at naked ladies without getting in trouble with the missus.
There’s a couple of really good night schools here in Montreal which are allowing me to catch up on the art education I never had. Unfortunately one of them is above a male strip club, the combination of booming techno music and the obnoxious announcer’s voice coming through the floorboards can be very off-putting when drawing male nudes. “…and heeeeere’s Pedro, he’s huuuuuung like a dooooonkeeeey!”
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