|Kissinger in progress, graphite, 6 x 8, TMDD Series|
Tomorrow, there will be hands.
|My Guy, graphite, 6 x 8, TMDD Series|
Time flies and the coffee goes cold when my Sun Torch goes off and thirty minutes runs to forty and forty five. When I'm drawing, the clock disappears--not so when I'm painting. Not so in the beginning of the morning drawing sessions, but as they went on. When drawing, I feel in command--even when my son is looking like Kissinger, Now he's looking like himself. I added a bit of sparkle to his eyes even though there wasn't one in the reference--and to the rims of his glasses. I made a couple of adjustments to his mouth and moved on to Kissinger. I decided to attempt the statesman since my first attempt at my guy reminded me of Nixon's learned and talented Secretary of State. Besides, all my beach people are still visiting Dell Repair. Today is day six that they've been gone--not that I'm not counting. I miss reliving the warmth of Mexico when I was drawing them. So it will be for eleven more days--if Dell told me right?
Again, I apologize for the poor reproductions here. I am confined to photo editing through Windows Photo Gallery and Microsoft Office Picture Manager circa 2007--eons ago! I miss my Photoshop too--AND MICROSOFT XBOX SOLITAIRE COLLECTIONS! How's a person supposed to collect their thoughts?
Parting note: We watched Close Encounters of The Third Kind yesterday, a Steven Spielberg movie made in 1977 starring a very young Richard Dreyfus. Do you know how they had to live back then? With no cell phones, no PCs, not a notebook in sight and tube televisions! Ghastly Sy-Fy flic.