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.
Of course I had to add color. It brought the drawing to life.
Hope everyone had a great St Patrick’s Day.
My co-worker is getting married tomorrow. I decided to do a portrait of her and her husband-to-be. It is not finished; I don’t really have her mouth right. To add color or not?that is the question. Still not set up to paint but colored pencils are becoming my best friend.
Beautiful day here. I will post this drawing again when it is complete.
Marianne Szlyk, at “the song is…” has posted 3 of my poems with accompanying artwork as part of her tribute to musicians born in the 50s. The Prince and Police-inspired work appeared on the blog, but the Stevie Wonder-inspired art and poem are new.
She also has some wonderful musical links at the bottom of the post (as she always does), and I’d just like to quote from Stevie, first from the song “As”, and then from his words, spoken before he sang that song at Aretha Franklin’s Homegoing service.
“Change your words into truths
And then change that truth into love”
“Let’s make LOVE great again”
Thanks, Marianne, for featuring my work, and for your continuing support of music, art, and words.
You can see the post here.
Defined by what it is not–
every particle of light
A journey neither up nor down,
neither here nor there–
defined by what it is not.
Centered in the outer reaches,
jeweled and huge–
every particle of light.
Remaining as day becomes night,
as seasons fall apart and rearrange themselves–
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. The poem is a cascade, a similar form to the pantoum which I have been using so much lately.
into everything as fire
blended with pure sky
I attempted the portrait of my cousin this morning. I kind of like this. Unfortunately I painted it on the board of a sketchbook rendering it “unprofessional”. Oh well, they did tell us in art school to always use good materials.
A rough sketch. It felt freeing to paint larger and directly with paint rather than drawing in pencil and then painting.
The zombie version in case you forgot.
I posted this sketch of my cousin and his family a couple of weeks ago.
I started putting color in and doing the faces. It looked so bad that I printed the original photo, cut out the faces, glued them on and proceeded to totally mess it up.
They look like zombies. And they are a very cute family. So I messed up and I graded myself: F.
A stream of consciousness drawing. I just started drawing figures and then gave them all the same face.
A drawing of a woman I work with. I started in pencil but then found a Pilot Rollerball at work and went over it. It kind of resembles her but my husband (with whom I work) didn’t know who it was. Should I show you the photo? Sure, why not.
Yazmin is Dominican and I like her huge eyes and lips. I will have another go at this at work tonight. The night hours are working out well to do some drawing (hope my employers are not reading this however).
My daughter challenged me to a timed painting of a photo I had just taken of Birdman. It was a cool challenge. Never tried it in my life!
Here’s Birdy with the painting. That’s my husband’s Navajo rug in the background. It’s been hanging on that bannister for years.
Finally a little sunshine here but more snow coming I heard : (.