I've spend many a year trying to get my little sister to do what I want. Jump right, spin left, triple backwards somersault.So far she's more like a vending machine - I don't get anything until I put a ridiculous amount of money in her hand first.
So it's fair to say, I don't have time for headaches. Wait, what? I'm quoting Panadol ads.
So it's fair to say,I don't have the money for posing.
OK, before you think I'm some big head for a modelling agency (not likely) or a scout for great actors or playboy models (even less likely) I should mention why I got her to do this. A LONG time ago. Well, I'm a drawer. You know,I draw,I'm not storage for you nasty pajamas and underwear.Not your manga drawers (that is SO 'common') and although I dabble in cartooning, I draw real people. Not to the standard, say,a great artist would have for a one time shot. Casual sketching, character designs, short panels that nothing really happens to. Sometimes a great big piece of art.
Up until now I have rely on myself to get small details. I can't do poses, after all, my eyes aren't seperate from my body (that's my sanity), but things like what this hand looks from this side, THAT foot from THAT side... do you have any idea what the back of your foot looks like? Close one eye, contort your leg and look. Ugly fleshy lump, isn't it? Even on those (girls mainly) with relatively nice feet, free from uncharted fungi.
However my poses were restricted because of this. But no more! As a present from Uncle A and Auntie L, I received a....
...wooden manikin!
OK, that doesn't sound as dramatic and awe-inspiring as such a sentence structure would hope. But now I have my own little poser! During the course of the night (I received him - it's a male frame - about midnight last night)I have arranged him in several different poses. Hand on hips - look so commanding! Gazing in awe at my desk lamp with an outstreached arm - looks so...erm, gazing. At the moment he either clutching at his crotch to avoid pissing himself, or sandpapering his right thigh. He's still a little stiff so I haven't figure that part out.
Why would he be sandpapering his thigh? Uhh... cellulite?