While painting by the River Tweed with some friends last fall, which seems 3 decades ago, a fisherman kindly lent us a couple of chairs so we wouldn’t have to sit on the ground. He said he had been fishing in that spot for 40 years or so.
I think this is as far as I will go with this one, as there is a flaw in the paper. Why is it so hard to photograph white paper? I could increase the contrast in a photo-editing program, but then all the grays would be lost, so that doesn’t seem like a good solution.
When was the last time I picked up a pencil to draw with??—it might have been about 4 years ago. I’ve been wanting to return to working on the faces project and drawing with graphite just feels fun. My original goal was 500 faces, just because it sounded neat, but is that even possible at this slow pace? Doubtful. This felt difficult, I was not happy with the blending of tones — maybe it was the paper or the pencils, or just how much time had passed. Here is a portrait of a woman I admire.
A portrait of a friend’s grandbaby, anonymized to protect the innocent! I still love graphite as a main medium. It’s so malleable that shading is pure fun. Of course, it comes along with it’s smudging capabilities which end up in unwanted places — nothing a coat of paint can’t fix! This will go into the upcoming Pro Arts East Bay Open Studio, June 6&7, and 13&14. http://www.proartsgallery.org/ebos/
The T has a blank in the middle — what should it say?
I drew this from a photo in my mother’s photo album. He was my maternal great-grandfather, here, as a young man in the military, returned from what were called then “the Indian Wars”. Eventually he was a Colonel, but this may have been before that. His promotion papers were signed by Roosevelt.
These dogs have such wonderful wrinkles, luscious almost, like a rose in furry form. Since my sketching group has a side project of filling a small drawing book with animals, I thought I’d try a Sharpei. This is not a live sketch since I don’t know any actual Sharpei, so I drew this from a photo. I don’t know if it’s the paper, but the pencils seemed especially unwieldy tonight, and the difference between the 4H and the 2H was more dramatic than usual. Maybe it’s because of the moisture (it’s raining) in the air.