Another thing from The Box
This from my Costume Rendering Class in college, taught by this crazy awesome old Italian dude.
He was blind.
No seriously, he had, like, major eye surgery during the summer, told us all about it too. Sounded majorly gross. Wore an eye patch and those huge dark old-people glasses.
He would shuffle around during class while we worked on capturing our live-model-wearing-costumes-from-stock in whatever medium he’d assigned that day. Mostly gauche and acrylics but sometimes pencil, crayon, charcoal, pen.
One minute he’s shuffling around over there somewhere and the next minute Bam! out of No Where! Poof! like a ninja! behind you, and shouting, “Gorgeous! Perfect! Beautiful! It just needs…a little…may I?” and then he’d take your paintbrush away from you, load it up with red, lean in so his face was about half an inch from your paper, and draw a Big. Red. Triangle. Nose. Right on your painting’s face. Every Time! And then shout “Yes! There! Gorgeous!” again and shuffle away.
It was Hilarious.
Oh my damn.
Cracked me up!
Why was he doing this? Was red the only color he could see? Or was he fucking with us?
I was the only person in class who found this behavior even a little bit funny though. Why? I was good. I could make another painting. Or use the nose, whatevs. My classmates? Not so much. When they were particularly loving one of their projects they’d develope this funny hulking posture to hide their paintings from his blind yet eagle-y eye, but somehow there he would be, shouting Gorgeous! Perfect! and assaulting their painting with big red triangle noses.
But, I mean, joke’s on me because they’re all costume designers now and I’m not.
Mr. Adult Beginner had a teacher with a similar method: if you were fussing too much over a scenic rendering, would walk over and scribble a Big Scribble across the whole thing and say, “There! I’ve ruined it for you. Now you’re free!”
Anyway, what was my point?
Oh right: it just struck me that two of my favorite teachers of all time are old men who can’t do their art anymore. My blind rendering teacher, and my ballet teacher who walks with two canes and has to sit down all through class.