figure drawing class in college.
Towards the middle of the trimester, I learned that we would be heading to a local medical college to draw. The subject: cadavers.
I went along with the whole thing until I saw another classmate reaching her gloved hand into a cadaver's body. I realized I didn't want to see what I was about to see and dipped out. I spent the entire class sitting in the hall drawing my hand. It was a fun time.
This drawing predates my horrible finger-in-hand-blender accident a few months back. Hi, straight and unscarred index finger. It's nice to see you again.