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| . GET ACQUAINTED SKETCH IN PROGRESS, graphite, 6" x 8" |
The house is quiet. I'm alone. Our house guests are off at the Nazcar races. Ellis went to the market to get Honey Nut Cherrios and Eggo Waffles, the preferred breakfast foods of the under aged and grandpas. It's raining, not a light drizzle, but a steady downpour that washes streets clean, soaks lawns green and makes sitting on drenched bleachers watching high powered cars roar around a track 200 times a true act of love and devotion.
Dry and comfortable at home waiting for the final lap or a thunder and lighting storm, I took out my pencils and began a get acquainted sketch of my friend's husband, my old guitar teacher. I was not one of his better students; I wasn't in his class for long. Classical guitar was not my thing. But his wife's wonderful reference photograph is. Cropped in close, this could lead to a painting, but first
to feel the subject, learn the angles, the spacing, get acquainted and visualize the possibilities.
