Life drawing is an odd term, as if the human form has a monopoly on life, but only as long as there are no clothes involved. Of course this is a quibble, and going to my first ever life drawing class, any qualms I might have thought I might have had did not get a look in, as I was far too busy trying to get a handle on pushing charcoal across the page. The model was wonderful, calm and elegant, well balanced and with a great sense of line. The class is weekly one at the Brett Whiteley Gallery in Surry Hills. Though the drawings fall quite a ways short of working out - what is with arms, for example - the process is mesmeric.