I’ve been missing my charcoal. This doesn’t look much like my magazine picture model, but I’m sure she must look like somebody. I started off on this project with the intention of drawing 365 faces. Obviously I’ve gone off on a lot of tangents. Now I’m just doing a count of art days and anything goes.
It was a lovely quiet Sunday here, once W got back inside from a couple of hours of blowing snow all over the neighbourhood this morning.
I wish I was kidding. Third day of snowfall in a row. But higher temperatures in the forecast so it will soon be gone. I try to never complain about rain, because at least it’s not snow.
Does this look like a young Jane Fonda to you? It wasn’t supposed to. What the hell. I’ll just pretend I meant to do that.
I wonder if I should tell you how many times this portrait came close to being crumpled up and chucked. Halfway done I began to dislike her intensely.
But today I scrubbed her eyes out and redid them not so wide set, put her in a window and declared her finished.
Or maybe it’s me that’s finished.
I suppose being critical is a good thing and will make me better.
Well, now it is. Earlier I wasn’t so sure. It’s not every day you scrub somebody’s eyes out.
Today is a six-hour travel day for me. I will be visiting 4/5 of my grandchildren for a week. That’s not counting dogs, the count for them being 1/2.
In lieu of writing something interesting and worthwhile I am giving you this serious little person with wonky eyebrows and one large ear to look at. It’s difficult to take a photo of a sketch, (especially at midnight under artificial light when you should be packing) and not have the reflections on the eyeballs do funny things. Daylight works better.
And speaking of daylight, our clocks were turned back an hour on Saturday. Spring ahead, fall back. End up with exactly the same amount of light you’d have if you left the clocks the hell alone. So I’m not sure who we’re fooling with this. A better idea would be to extend October, a month that everyone likes, by a week; and then transfer the last week of November into December, because that month is never long enough. Isn’t that a great idea? Except maybe not so much for all the November novel writers who would have to type a lot faster.
My great expectations for my week away include answering some of the excellent Nano Poblano prompts and learning how to draw a realistic ear.
Enjoy your Sunday (1/5 of the total number of Sundays for this November). If you need anything else put into fractions, just ask.
Perhaps the title should be “The Good The Bad and The Ugly”. I am practicing drawing faces. I gathered them all up, snapped pictures of my pictures, saved and edited them and turned them all sepia. Because it’s a sepia kind of day. Big fat snowflakes coming down out there.
It’s been an interesting Sunday pursuit and I’m thinking a daily art project might be a good feature here. For days when words fail me. Anyway, if I do 365 of these, just imagine how good I’ll be in the 300’s! I don’t know why everybody’s right eyeball is blurred. Trick of the light, or the artist.
Jazzy Does 100 Days of Happiness 83
Happiness is stumbling upon a happiness mantra – Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu
– may all beings everywhere be happy and free, and may the thoughts, words, and actions of my life contribute in some way to that happiness.
Have a safe and happy last day of August long weekend Sunday.