Dolls,maids, nudes, and presidents,grandchildren and a vindictive teacher she took revenge on … the great artist reveals the power – and the pain – of life-drawing
When I was nine I did a drawing of my grandmother. It was my first life drawing. She was sitting there sewing – she didnt know I was drawing her. It looked like her. She always used to own chicks in her pockets and sometimes baby rabbits. It kept them warm. She liked them. She took them out for a walk sometimes.
When I was a small older, I’d draw my cousin, and Manuela – sitting,standing, or in her knickers. She’s younger than me so I could boss her around. And I drew the maids. They stood still for me. I always made a noise when I drew, or a moaning,groaning sound I wasn’t aware of. My mother knew I was happy drawing when she walked past my room and heard me.
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Source: guardian.co.uk