I consulted with the Oracle about this tiny (3″) Mexican hummingbird, one of many of the endangered bird species of the world. Less than 1000 are estimated to exist.
I did my first sketch, above, in colored pencil, but felt the colors lacked enough vibrancy, so I painted the top one with my metallic watercolors.
Flowers grow feathered
wings humming bird poetry
air breathes spiritsong
Not to brag but I think this might be one of my best portraits. This caught something of my friend Kerfe. Like I’ve said before Kerfe is aging very well. She still looks like the knit designer I met at Fairtex Mills all those many years ago.
I guess it’s her good bone structure.
Kerfe, I hope you like this one.
Portrait of Kerfe from our lunch a few weeks ago.
Emily and me on a merry-go-round in France. I enjoy working from old photos that I find. This is probably from the early nineties.
I do a lot of self portraits not out of vanity but because I can sit in front of a mirror and have myself as a subject. My daughter immediately knew this was me.
Kerfe’s collage on top and mine on the bottom.
Portrait of my dad from an old photo. I usually catch something of him and have done a few drawings of him.
The black paper continues to fascinate me. Skin tones can be different layers of color. Actually everything can be layered. You do need to always keep a very sharp point which enables many textures.
I did this as separate little vignettes. Then when I looked at it I realized it was a composition, more or less.
That’s my sister sitting under a palm tree from a ceramic cup I made her years ago.
Dragonflies from an object of my mother’s. We used to call them darning needles.
Simple shapes that turned into a bear.
SUV parked across the street. I wasn’t done with the drawing and the car was parked there again the next day.
Trees in the rear of my view out the window.
I slept through a huge storm last night. There was a dogfight here over food and Birdy was being held in the jaws of a pit bull. His ear and face were cut. It made for a stressful Sunday. Now there’s a standoff and we will need to keep the dogs apart. I am looking forward to seeing Kerfe this week!
As usual I saw Kerfe’s post and remembered Draw a Bird. Seeing many low swooping hawks in the area. Majestic creatures, birds.
Weekend tennis game from my perspective. Still stuck on the colored pencils on black paper.
Detail of my racket. I always buy Wilson goods and pretend I own the company. My last name is Wilson.
My front steps looking out the window where I draw. It was a nice weekend. Have a couple more drawings in the works. Spring is here!
Having one’s self as a subject is very convenient. I did this at night and finished this morning. It kind of looks like me but younger; I left out the wrinkles.
I didn’t notice until I photographed this that the left wing is lopsided. Too late to fix. Who needs perfection anyway?