Day 6. Bristol Drawing Club Social.
Bristol Drawing Club is a group of people in Bristol who draw things. We meet occasionally and play drawing games. I’d advertised the event to the friend I dragged along as a social for people who are not sociable. The times I have been before it wasn’t terribly social, which suits me fine as I can sit in a room full of people, join in on things but not have to share any information about myself or bother to meet new people and have to remember their names. Last night there was a sociable wildcard who was chatty, which was a bit weird for some of us, who as adults still have a strong sense of stranger danger and basically don’t trust anyone ever. My internal dialog bypasses the Van Halen earworm and whooshes down paranoid corridors, “Why do they want to know my name? Do they know someone I know? Are we related? Who do they work for? What will they do with this information?” I’ve probably been reading too many crime books recently and have delusions of underground grandeur because I don’t have anything to hide really.
Last night the social was at the Looking Glass which is my kind of pub. It’s dark and dingy, there are plenty of tables, people generally leave you alone, they often have cake, the beer is good and (here comes the best bit) they have a record player. There are about 100 albums all ordered in decade or you can drop in after going to one of the second hand vinyl shops in St Nicks Market and play your own record on it. That is, unless some munter wants to play the Beatles on a loop in which case you abscond quickly to the Crown where they play mostly metal, do good lunches and there is no risk whatsoever of the Beatles or jazz, both or which I despise with a passion that defies all logic. Last night I almost had to leave because of the jazz but I threatened to bite someone and the music changed pretty soon thereafter.
Anyway, this isn’t a review of my favorite Bristol pubs, it’s about day 6 of 30 days of creativity.
It was quiet at the social last night, the month before people had to sit on the floor but it’s Glastonbury weekend so I guess lots of people were there. We arranged the tables so we could sit opposite each other and started to play drawing games. The first one was to draw the person sitting opposite you in various ways, with the hand you don’t usually use (there is a stupid politically correct way to say this but that’s bollocks), then to draw them with a continuous line, pencil not leaving the paper, then to draw them not looking at the paper, then to draw them with your weak and rubbish hand (check me out being handist!) without looking at the paper…… all these games were timed and I was lucky enough to sit opposite someone with fantastic hair which was a joy to draw. We then went on to drawing other people for increasing lengths of time. When you get used to only having 60 seconds to draw, 4 minutes seems like a lifetime!. What I did notice was that I am not perceiving depth like I used to, my glasses prescription has changed and I suppose it’s because of that. I’m drawing everyone with skinny skulls. Now I’m aware of it I can do something about it.
There were other games after this – collaborative works drawing onto landscapes, drawing postcards being described by other people etc. Lots of fun.
There will probably be lots of pictures of the night on the Bristol Drawing Club Facebook page soon and if you are lucky you will be able to see the vast variety of styles and ideas that people bring to the socials.
I had fun, lots of it and I really appreciate the time and effort the volunteers who run the group put into keeping it going. It’s open to all and there is a box for donations to cover materials which are all provided. If you are lucky enough to be in Bristol on a club night go, and I promise I won’t ask your name.
You can see the reason this started and the rest of the days here – http://www.ragbaby.co.uk/1120-2/
And if you want to join in we have a Facebook group – https://www.facebook.com/groups/154085144775381/