Okay, we've been through all the shitheels that have taught us in school/college/roadside carnival stands, what about the professors that somehow made it all worthwhile?
I had a professor in college, who taught several of the construction drawing courses (anatomy, perspective, etcetera). First off, the guy's a genius. He knows everything there is to know about drawing, but most importantly, he knows how to -teach- that. He also knows, even more importantly, that his techniques aren't the be-all and end-all of drawing. His goal in his classes was to see his students improve from the first day to the last. I really have to admire that. He was an extremely tough grader, but it was worth it. If you got a B on one of his assignments, you felt like you'd accomplished something. If you got an A, you know it's because you really nailed it.
He was also an extremely likeable guy, and really knew how to work with his students. Our classes had the best models and props (including his complete ARMORY of medieval weaponry and armor), and we became an elite, organized drawing force. The proudest of myself I think I ever was in college was when we were doing a skeletal structure study (we had a live model, and we were drawing the shapes of the skeleton based on the model's pose), and Paul was walking around the class with a piece of charcoal. He'd go up to each desk, lean down, look at the model with them, and then draw what he was seeing next to what they were drawing. He came to my desk, looked at my newsprint, leaned down, looked at the model, and then just nodded to me and moved on. Made me feel like I was accomplishing what I needed to in that class.
Anybody else have some GOOD professor stories to share?
I had a professor in college, who taught several of the construction drawing courses (anatomy, perspective, etcetera). First off, the guy's a genius. He knows everything there is to know about drawing, but most importantly, he knows how to -teach- that. He also knows, even more importantly, that his techniques aren't the be-all and end-all of drawing. His goal in his classes was to see his students improve from the first day to the last. I really have to admire that. He was an extremely tough grader, but it was worth it. If you got a B on one of his assignments, you felt like you'd accomplished something. If you got an A, you know it's because you really nailed it.
He was also an extremely likeable guy, and really knew how to work with his students. Our classes had the best models and props (including his complete ARMORY of medieval weaponry and armor), and we became an elite, organized drawing force. The proudest of myself I think I ever was in college was when we were doing a skeletal structure study (we had a live model, and we were drawing the shapes of the skeleton based on the model's pose), and Paul was walking around the class with a piece of charcoal. He'd go up to each desk, lean down, look at the model with them, and then draw what he was seeing next to what they were drawing. He came to my desk, looked at my newsprint, leaned down, looked at the model, and then just nodded to me and moved on. Made me feel like I was accomplishing what I needed to in that class.
Anybody else have some GOOD professor stories to share?




