We will forgive this girl the lousy make up job because she’s just so sweetly happy. Believe it or not, I cut back on the mascara from the original picture I was using as a model. How do these people keep their eyes open?
Yesterday I wandered around in Michael’s for a long time. Retailers like this are very smart, or devious, or both. They lure you in to the store with a 40% off coupon on ONE regular priced item. Their prices are all pretty ridiculous, so these coupons bring the amounts down closer to normal and affordable. If you can go in to their store and purchase just that one item, you are ahead of the game. But of course they know it’s very unlikely that you will leave with only one thing. They offer different coupons every day and mark things down in some kind of random order. I was looking at an art set for a Christmas present, but it was sixty-nine dollars. Today I see by the email they so helpfully send me every morning, that they now have it marked down to thirty-nine.
So I guess what I have to do is shop there every day for the rest of my life so I never miss a deal. Or work there in exchange for sale merchandise. Or use up all the art supplies I already have and stop shopping altogether. I went there for tan coloured sketch paper and another white pencil.
Apparently I actually needed three sketch books and a dozen pencils.
But look at what I made! So it was totally worth it.
It’s more challenging to attempt some kind of expression than to draw a simply placid, pleasant, symmetrical face.
This could be the concentration it takes to whistle, or to pucker up on New Years Eve, but the fact that her eyebrow is raised and the other side of her face is frowning suggests skepticism to me. (Really? You seriously think I’m buying this? Nooooo……)
Our tv guy is here. The sun is shining. I’m off to see my ENT doctor this afternoon to give him this look if he still doesn’t know what’s up with my immune system. Just another manic Monday.
By the way, I do have the peculiar talent of being able to raise my left eyebrow independently of the right. The right eyebrow though won’t do anything on its own.
Have a write- happy day.
Whew! I was having some sketch withdrawal issues there for a minute. So this was a lovely calming exercise for a Saturday morning.
My perspective work of art so far consists of many straight lines vanishing into the vanishing point. It looks a little like a shrinking black hole. I got tired of staring at the page wondering what to do next. The above satisfactorily bumped me out of a perspective induced hypnotic trance of sorts. I don’t really know what that is, but I’m pretty sure I was in one.
My astute observation for the day: eyelashes are easy to over do. A lot like applying mascara. Too much and you reach clown status. Go ahead, critique the eyelashes! I can take it! (No I can’t).
Back to the drawing board to build my city street on its way to oblivion.
But first…..more coffee. It’s shaping up to be an awesome weekend.
This is just some more practice and experimentation or busy-work or whatever you would like to call it. Sketches and sketches and more sketches. Maybe I will try some perspective landscapes when I’m tired of noses and eyelashes.
Last day with my grandchildren, heading home tomorrow. The sun is shining but the weather has turned crisp and cold, so driving should be fine. If all goes well, this is movie theatre day this afternoon.
We have been playing a sketching game, where each player draws a picture chosen from a list of possibilities on a playing card, and whoever draws that picture guesses what it is. The artists get points for having the players guess correctly, so it makes sense to try to produce a drawing which is easily recognizable. A little black dot on a blank page, or a simple square is really difficult to figure out without some context clues. You are also rewarded for speed, so it’s an interesting mix.
It’s a Monday off school and work, so bonus weekend day for everyone.
Just in case you thought I’ve been slacking off in the art department, the dog (whom I don’t know personally) was an afternoon before-the-kids-get-home experiment simply to see if I could do it. Dogs are hard to draw because they’re so hairy. And you never know what the hell they’re thinking. He’s probably not that sad in real life.
The man is a late-at-night (late here is any time after 9 p.m.) project, simply being a physical presence while my grandson watched a half hour program before bed. I can’t see much without my glasses on or hear much of anything at all, so TV is a big guessing game for me. Mostly I just ignore it. We have been watching a few episodes of Bates Motel though on Netflix and it’s on the up side of intriguing.
Just noticed the guys hair is blurry (bad photo) and he’s either a genius or his forehead is out of proportion. Or both. My pictures tell a story, as long as you’re willing to make one up.
Have a happy Thursday!
Constantly torn between messing around to make it better or leaving it alone before its irrevocably messed up. Kind of like life. Back to the drawing board or just let it be.
Ahh, this one was great fun. Not just another pretty face.