A life drawing night scenographed like a haunted saloon. Dust, lace, lantern-glow, and a soundtrack of murder ballads and slow shuffles.
A cowboy of some sort holds the room across five poses. Lighting alternates between amber gloom and stark silhouette, asking you to draw memory and feeling as much as form. All skill levels welcome.
Murder ballads, slow shuffles, ghost songs. Nearly 6 hours of gothic country curated for the evening.
A map of the evening, block by block. Find the moment that caught you, or the name of the song you wanted to remember.
The room is being dressed. Lanterns hung, tea station laid out, lights tested against the wall.
The lights dim. The glow of iPads. The smell of pencil shavings and watercolour paint.
She rests one leg on the chair, a giant fur, and looks into the distance. The brim of her hat shades her eyes.
She stands, a gun in one hand, a knife in the other. Fur on her shoulders. Her gaze finds the crowd.
A quick pause. Stretch, walk around, look at someone else's sketchbook. The long pose comes after.
She sits, eyes on the ground, the gun across her lap. Maybe she's thinking of someone who's gone. Maybe she's the reason they're gone.
Tea is poured. Sketchbooks pass between hands. The model stretches in the half-light. Two more poses to finish.
She stands defiantly in the dark. A long streak of light cuts across her face.
She kneels on the ground, looking at what might be a fire, or a body. Investigating. Or maybe just resting.
Comedown. The room turns inward. Drawings come out, words come in.
Mellow conversational fade. Pack up, linger, talk to someone you didn't know yet.