A 365 day lesson in learning to loosen up, to forget being "perfect", and to learn to love the line... My half hour journey to enlightenment via the train and its passengers.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Gregory
02-29-2012. This is my friend Gregory. Gregory has great eyes. Very pretty. I was working on this one trying to figure out stubble. He has a very short haircut, and very short beard and mustache. :)
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
giving a hand
02-28-2012 Today felt like a "draw my hand" kinda day. So I did. Using a loose grip and my pointy brush marker. :)
Monday, February 27, 2012
Strange
02-27-2012. I have to stop trying to sketch people that I don't know. I derive no pleasure out of it, since I have never talked to them at all and have absolutely no feeling on them. So all I can do is look at a photo and draw some lines. While they may be somewhat close, they just don't connect for me. Or maybe I should keep practicing. But....meh.
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Sunday, February 26, 2012
Back again....
02-26-2012. From a distance I couldn't get deep into detail. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing... :)
Saturday, February 25, 2012
At The Coffee Shop...again...
02-25-2012... This guy with his little kid hat sipping coffee out of a big mug was sitting with his girlfriend/female counterpart/et cetera. The not-so-odd thing about it (nowadays, anyway) is they never said one word to each other the entire time I was there. Just sat across from each other messing with their phones. Maybe they were playing Words With Friends with each other. Anyhoo, I definitely feel more at ease sitting there sketching live...
Friday, February 24, 2012
Crap.
02-24-2012. See? A year and two months daily practice and I can STILL produce utter crap. There's not much redeeming about this one...the only thing I'm actually liking is the necklace. Trying to cut out a lot of extra lines and keeping it simple pretty much threw my brain for a tizzy even more than it was already in. I usually get into sketching and lose track of time, but it was a no go this time. Stubble gets me every. Time. And the chunka hair threw me too. Even Miss Cindy puppy said it wasn't worth anything but a good chew. Ah well... good practice. It taught me what NOT to do. And I did promise to post the good and the bad...
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Mom, part (anyway)
02-23-2012. My mom has a very symmetrical nose. Which looks nothing like mine. :-O Almost nothing...
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