Every Monday there is a figure drawing session hosted by Mia Bell at the Art Stop in Penfield, Rochester, NY. I've been going on and off since 2023.
The sessions are pay as you go and last for three hours. I usually only have energy for two hours of drawing before calling it quits. It takes a lot of mental power, it's in the evening after a full day of work, and I only have so much patience before I get discouraged and put the pencil down.
Since I moved back to Brighton I've been trying to go every week as I'm just a few minutes away via car. I also really want to get good at drawing before I die. I'm serious. I don't want to die as a shitty draftsman.
I fantasize about taking lessons back in New York at the Grand Central Atelier. They're now located in Ridgewood, Queens which is just a few minutes drive from Richmond Hill. I've had a few colleagues from college go through that program and they came out producing some absolutely gorgeous work.
I want that for myself.
Sometimes I think about moving back home, but I'm reminded each time I visit my parents of the crowdedness, filth, and how expensive NYC is.
Living there might be different now that I'm married and have dual income and make a lot more money than when I left New York, but my wife happens to hate NYC quite a bit. She doesn't like how dirty and noisy it is.
NYC is like a shitty girlfriend that you keep hooking up with long after realizing she is toxic as all hell and you know she isn't right for you - but she's hot so you keep coming back.
Every time I come back home to visit family and friends, I have mixed emotions. I miss being able to visit my family and friends whenever I want; now it is every few months if I'm lucky.
Maybe one day I will return. Who knows?
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