Yes..

Yes, I said I would transfer today. And no, I didn't.

Day Two?

Yeah, I forgot to photo and blog the first day of posing. It was pretty bad though. Illustrative of what happens when you can't shape your mind to who's in front of you, but instead draw from memory other people you know. It was weird really and put me in a dark place. I spent the afternoon sulking and listening to My Dying Bride...sigh...

Today was much better. It was like I could actually draw; kinda. The drawing is within range of Eliza's likeness. It's a older beakier version of her. But since I've killed the paper a bit, it's time to transfer. I'm thinking of trying a single pass on toned canvas. That should get me using thicker paint and that would be good for me.

Twofer Deux

Il et Argenton. Did this sketch from the water treatment pool that's on the way to Sanzay.

One more reason...

...to listen to what my Daddy told me. You see the drawing to the right? Go ahead and click on it. Now read this.

Twofer

We finally had a sunny morning here on Wednesday. So I ran down to the Porte de l'Arbreuvoir to start on a painting I'm making for my Moms. Hopefully I'll get some more sunny mornings between 9:45 and 11:30. The light is just right.

You've been Arboned.

This is from our second portrait night at Studio Escalier. Tim sat tranquilly while I tried not to make him look like a thug who'd just taken a few lumps. Lumpy is bad.

Juan-Micheal is a glutten for gazing.

This one needs more volume. Wish I had better paper and a couple of softer pencils. Oh and enough experience to really add tension well into the drawing.