Playing (experimenting) with pastel on charcoal paper this first day of winter. Intrigued by the texture the paper offered.
Sketched it enough times that I can now allow the pencil to transport me there anytime, from anywhere. Distracted tonight. Praying for a sick friend. Please wear your masks.
Small wood mannequin in studio. Most fun part was playing with shading the background. Because it was all make believe. I mean, there was no color there. I simply played.
Yes. My foot. Because I got my hair cut today for the first time since FEBRUARY and it's styled in the beautiful way that only a stylist can do so to do a self portrait tonight would simply be vanity!
A friend asked me last night why I am posting these. What is my meaning. Honestly - it's simply about the sketching as an artistic exercise. Does there HAVE to be meaning behind everything we create or can it simply be for the experience? Sketched from a photograph tonight. Prefer real life. Two attempts at same photo. I'm in a frustrated mood and the sketches convey it. Not intentionally. Rather simply in the way that what we create often speaks of who we are and what we are feeling when we create.
In a perfectly curated social media world I probably shouldn't post a self portrait sketch done at 9pm in the midst of a long stretch of long days sitting on the floor in front of a closet door mirror but hey it's honesty. (honestly? I kinda like it!)
Walked today with a friend on Lawrence Island. The other side of the same water I've been painting for the past 8 months. Interesting difference in perspective. Colored pencil from a photo taken while on walk.