I once decided to do some life drawing at the gym after I was done with my sets for the day and I honed in on an Arab guy with a beard like a spear, head held high like a kind and walking on an incline on the treadmill.
While I was drawing him, I sense two guys coming over. Big guys. Huge. Like their biceps are the same thickness as my thigh. They’re Arab too and they ask me what I’m drawing. I show them and they burst out laughing, turning to the guy on the treadmill, who turns out to be a friend of ours and they yell something akin to “wallahi, she drew you, [name]. She made you look too handsome” and then they turned to me and complimented my drawings before going back to their routines. Treadmill guy blushed like a schoolgirl being told she’s pretty and I was just so relieved they didn’t come over to squash me.
It’s not really their fault, but once men exceed a certain body mass in muscle, they just look so friggin intimidating, even if they are sweethearts underneath all that beef.
Sadly, I fear the sketch was inside one of the sketchbooks I ended up trashing during our most recent move. Would’ve been fun to show it. Was practicing Japanese brushpens with real ink at the time. That was its own adventure. Once had a cartridge explode in my face and I had to do the walk of shame across town with my entire face covered in ink splatter.
I once decided to do some life drawing at the gym after I was done with my sets for the day and I honed in on an Arab guy with a beard like a spear, head held high like a kind and walking on an incline on the treadmill.
While I was drawing him, I sense two guys coming over. Big guys. Huge. Like their biceps are the same thickness as my thigh. They’re Arab too and they ask me what I’m drawing. I show them and they burst out laughing, turning to the guy on the treadmill, who turns out to be a friend of ours and they yell something akin to “wallahi, she drew you, [name]. She made you look too handsome” and then they turned to me and complimented my drawings before going back to their routines. Treadmill guy blushed like a schoolgirl being told she’s pretty and I was just so relieved they didn’t come over to squash me.
It’s not really their fault, but once men exceed a certain body mass in muscle, they just look so friggin intimidating, even if they are sweethearts underneath all that beef.
Sadly, I fear the sketch was inside one of the sketchbooks I ended up trashing during our most recent move. Would’ve been fun to show it. Was practicing Japanese brushpens with real ink at the time. That was its own adventure. Once had a cartridge explode in my face and I had to do the walk of shame across town with my entire face covered in ink splatter.