I'm back from another overnight visit with my artist friend in Hoboken. These visits are always amusing, to one degree, and annoying, to another. I think she's finally come to grips with the idea of having a MAN in the place while she's sleeping. Every time I awoke in the night, I could hear her sleeping soundly, which is unusual in itself, as she's an insomniac. She told me this morning that she's surprised at how OK she is with it, as the only person she's used to seeing asleep was her mother. Apparently I look pretty harmless when I'm asleep, these days. I didn't wake her with my snoring, either! Yay!
Primary reason for the visit was to troubleshoot her computer, which had developed a spyware problem. That went well. I put everything right, as usual, while watching PULSE, an OK horror movie about scary ghosty monsters that creep into people's houses through the Internet. (After thirty-some years of Wes Craven movies I can safely say he has no idea how to end a story. Nice creepy ideas and images; clueless when it comes to plotlines.)
Had some amusing moments while trying to show her some artistic points. One thing I showed her was how the back and hips move when a man is swaggering (whenever I pull a back muscle, I make a point to swagger for a few weeks, until my muscles all feel coordinated and comfy)...which I described to her as a "cowboy walk." I showed her a few times...Executive Walk, then Cowboy Walk. She said..."But Paul, I've never seen John Wayne walk that way!" I thought a second and said, "that's because John Wayne wasn't a cowboy; watch the stunt men in his movies...THEY'RE doing the 'Cowboy Walk." But I had to give her points for noticing the difference. Actually, one of the best swaggerers I've ever seen in an old movie was Mae West! And she did it because she wore specially-made platform shoes which made her look taller and more imposing.
The other point I made was about how she was drawing women's legs...in her desire to simplify the human form, she had chosen a shortcut which made the gals' thighs look too fat. I showed her in a diagram where one muscle meets up with another muscle, giving the leg its distinctive shape. I stood up and gestured at my thigh..."It's right about *here*" I said. She looked uncomfortable and said, "you're not about to make me look at you naked are you?" Happily not, though she really would benefit from some life-drawing classes...
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