Friday, March 20, 2015

The End of Graphite

Where Did My Guy Go?, Graphite; 6 x 8", TMDD Series Finale
This gal was the wife, or the significant other, of the guy who looked like a young James Spader.
Her guy who was always missing.
When she was on her lounge, he was off somewhere else.  When he was on his lounge, she was off somewhere. They were never on their chairs together.  Maybe there had been a quarrel?  Maybe they just marched to a different drummer on vacation?  And which drummer would that be? 

I do love making up stories about the strangers I photograph and then sketch for the.look they have on their faces that telltale something is up. Catching the expression of the moment keeps
me interested during the drawing process.

Of all the drawings I did between October thirty first and today, the period we were off Daylight Savings Time,   I can think of only three I might possibly paint:

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Aiden, full figure Peter Pan


Beethoven on The Beach I see pastels, pinks, pale yellows...


.Lady in The Hat, deepest blue, with yellow orange, lots of white
The last one really appeals to me.  I see it nearly life-sized with lots of distortion in the  print of her pareo; it's in a deep black/blue and yellow oranges.  I have a five foot canvas just waiting.  But my niece is waiting too.  I did manage to pick up a brush for an hour yesterday to work on her. I considered that a big accomplishment after a winter confined to graphite. Today marks the end of  that confinement.




 

Thursday, March 19, 2015

The Coffee Was Still Hot (Revised)

Fifteen Minutes with Diego in the AM; another after lunch, TMDD Series 2015, Graphite; 6 x 8


Diego is second from the last sketch in the third sketch pad--maybe four--filled this past winter. It's my intention to go till the Spring Equinox, tomorrow and that will end my morning sketch sessions.

No special attention to strategic points or their relationships were paid, I scribbled and kneaded till the clock ran out. There was likeness, but not a great one.  I enjoyed letting the pencil go where it wanted as it wanted, the ultimate pleasure of free hand sketching with no particular thought given to joinery.  My coffee was still hot when I walked out the  studio door.  After lunch, I gave it another look and diddled a much closer likeness.  The man was homely, but his bulging eyes warranted another drawing session.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Better

Beach Guy, Graphite, 6 x 8, TMDD Series 2015


All points line up and he is solidly seated on the side of that lounge chair with no danger of falling over.  I was happy--then I got interested in the patterns of light on his anatomy and may have gone too dark?   I stopped.  Values were not what I was after today;  points and associations were the goal.

Ellis said I was way too harsh in my criticism of yesterday's attempt.  He must be right; he never comments on my work.  Nevertheless, I still don't think so.  I think we have to be able to look at our work and see it  objectively with trained eyes unclouded by the fact that we made it. All that talk about stepping way back to get a clearer view of our subject and our handling of it is to move  away from personal attachment and apply what we've learned about form, values and colors over years of study and doing.  We subtract ourselves by looking at our work from a distance, through mirrors and up side down to get an objective perspective from which we can make judgments as to what needs doing, as to finish? Our skills are honed by our truthfulness.  What was good enough for Ellis, was not good enough for me.