I wonder why I can’t see the things that are wrong with a drawing until I take a photograph of it. By that point I usually don’t care enough to go back and fix it up. Some of my fix ups have been disastrous, so I’m trying to learn to just leave well enough alone and try harder next time.
This one is all about the smirk. Or sucking on ice cubes, I can’t decide.
It’s still cold here. But it’s still January, isn’t it? The daylight is increasing in little leaps but no bounds yet. Soon the lack of sufficient lengths of it will no longer be a valid excuse for whatever you’re trying to get yourself out of, or merely put off, which in my case is painting something on a canvas. That’s two very awkward sentences in a row! Fix them up for me, would you?
It’s getting dark and I’m hungry. This has been the worst Art commentary ever. I’ll try harder next time.