Hi. How are you today? How's the progress? Done much? Some? Okay. Let me see.
Okay. I like these two very much. Great hatching here. This one doesn't show your
best work. You see, trying too hard is never good. Overall, I'm almost happy. Especially
since it has just been a couple of lessons. Now, for today. As you know, there is a point
in any grown man's life when he should finally stop copying Loomis and move on to the real
thing. I mean, what you did there before on your own with all those so-called reference
photos. That was cute. But to really improve your technique, you should draw from life.
After all, isn't that what you have always dreamed about? Aren't you into all this for
the girls? I bet that ever since you saw a tiny copy of some famous painting in a magazine,
art began meaning news to you. And it was like that for a long time. And whenever you
heard someone say art, you'd blush. Indeed, such a dirty word. Art.
So ta-da! The day is here. You'll be drawing a real model. It's probably not how you have
been picturing it in your head. You thought you'd be on top, ordering the model about,
gently, maybe even correcting her posture. You thought that she would be sitting for
you for hours to study, exposed, as good as burnt, your eyes begging for a break, and
you would pretend so focused on your art, brown-knit, biting your lip, pretending that
it's all about perfection, and she is nothing more to you than light and shade, dotting
a glance between her and your painting. It would naturally be a painting. Painting is
nice, legit, respectable. You'll get there. Some day. Meanwhile, I'm in charge. So today
you don't get the luxury of all those hours alone with a naked girl. You don't get palettes
and paint and rags. You get your teacher kicking off her sandals and a city on the table right
in front of you. Here, your subject matter for today. Female feet. Pick one you'd like
to begin with. Excellent choice. So, you've studied the bone structure long enough. You
did your homework. This should be challenging, but not too hard. You now shall be sketching
as fast as you can, and I shall be changing positions every couple of minutes, so don't
waste them. It's all about grasping. It's the most substantial here and now in the moment.
So don't bother making it complete or pretty. Today I want it from your raw. I don't want
pretty. I want substance. Not ideal feet from the painter's tutorial. Not what you know,
but what you observe. Got it? And go. Some say that, in a way, hands and feet have even
more character to them than faces. They are not wrong. Note what this foot says about
its owner. The foot of a free woman. Not deformed by years of wearing those god-awful torch
devices, like my poor mother did. Slightly vain, too. I had to remove the varnish for
this, though. The color is distracting, and you don't get to see the margin, the part
of the matrix at the base. These are all important. They all add extra detail to a drawing, and
extra detail is good. Extra detail is life. Now you can really appreciate why sketching
from a life model is so important. Pictures are generally under or overexposed. They don't
allow to see the shape of an object in all its complexity, let alone the shape of something
as intricate as a human body. When you learn the human body by heart from life, go back
to your reference photos and use them wisely. You'll be able to by then. Changing position.
I'll try to grab the eraser now with my tools. You don't need it, anyway. Mind the
lines. Here. Here, look. Look. It's so taut that it almost vibrates. Feel it. Touch it,
if you must. Oh, you're so sweet. Thank you. I don't know what to kill this morning. And
when to do what normal girls do. Some groovy. But don't let my feminine charm or whatever
distract you. I wanted you to observe the better. See? I'll roll that bad leg up so
that you could see the better. There. Some people draw with their feet, and better than
some others with their hands. I don't mean you, darling. You are highly promising. Otherwise,
I wouldn't be here with you. Don't rely on the model being absolutely still. Here. I'm
moving the eraser around with my tools. Don't let it fool you. What's the matter with you?
You are too tense. Don't press your sketchbook to your crotch like that. Seriously. This
is not a test. We can take a break, stand up, walk around, shake your hands or something.
You cannot work like that. I didn't even push you. Well, not really. Not like they did back
in my day. Stand up. All right. Put down the sketchbook. It's almost like you are hiding
something. Oh. Isn't this charming? I wonder what did it for you. It can't be me bossing
you around. I do that all the time. It's not my feet by any chance, is it? That's sweet.
That's not really my thing, but I can appreciate the idea. I, for one, am completely fascinated
with everything about the human body. Except perhaps menstrual cramps. You poor thing.
You cannot go on like that, can you? Something must be done. Looks like you shall get a little
action with a model after all. Well, you see, you have your fantasies and I have mine. Models
are sexy, but so are students. I say we help each other out. Get this out of our system.
Have this adventure in a proper bohemian way. It will be so decadent, sealing our special
teacher-student relationship with something even more special. We're both adults. There's
nothing wrong with it. Sit here where you were sitting before. Yes, I'll stay at my
table. It's perfect. Like a front seat in a theatre. Unzip. Show me how hard you are.
Your future models are in for a treat. Start stroking it, darling, and look me right in
the eye. You were never like this before. I mean, there has always been some chemistry,
but... Naughty. Naughty. All right, then. When one comes across such an appreciative audience,
it just feels right to show off, don't you think? What should I do to make it nicer for
you? Should I just move my toes or rub my feet against each other right in front of
your face? Maybe I should touch you. I can press my feet against your chest. Put them
on your shoulders. This is so bad. No slacking, mister. Work it. Look at me. Lick your lips.
Something else you'd like to lick? No, no, no. That would be over the line. Not now.
I can still stroke your cheek with my toes, I think. All right. One kiss, but only one.
Well, that's getting exciting. I know what I shall be fantasizing about in my bath tonight.
Rub my feet on your shoulders. Not quite like this. Oh my god. You chuck all on your fingers.
Now on your cock, too. Stroke it like you mean it. I want to see you come. We cannot
be long. Someone can come in any minute. Faster. Oh, I thought, since feet seem so fascinating
to you, how about you use mine to get off now? You have my permission. Try not to make
a mess of my suit, though. But of course you won't. You are an artist, which means you're
a man of discipline, contrary to popular belief. Hey, I'll get closer myself, all right? I
said you can use my feet. I said nothing about pulling me close by my knees. Never mind.
I forgive you. You're too cute. Damn, you are hot. That age hot. Oh, those big, warm
hands. So lovely. No, no, I'm fine. My feet are always this cold. Warm them up then. Yes,
hold them together. Thrust up. Now watch. Now here is something you can teach me for a change,
I guess. I've never done this. It's much more exciting than I thought. The most exciting
thing is of course how much you ate it. Come on. You're working against the clock today,
remember? Try to finish your art project as fast as you can. Look closer at my toes curling
around you. Think. Your teacher almost giving you a full job, almost in public. Kinda hard,
isn't it? Something to come back to in your shower later, huh? Hold them tighter. Thrust,
thrust, thrust. Oh, I'm starting to get it. So nice. So uninvasive and yet so hot. Come on,
come for me. I'm your teacher and you should follow my instruction. Do as you're told. No,
I tell you to come for me. Don't you want to make my feet warm with your come? Do it. Come
all over my feet. That's it. That's it. Just a little more. Come on. Come on. God, it burns.
Have you been setting up? That's not healthy.
Young man. Come darling. We still have some sketching to do.
You don't want to waste this lesson, do you?
You got me some tissue from my back. Let's move on. Come on. Tissue.
