Woman Waiting to See the Doctor
This woman was not feeling well at all.
This woman was not feeling well at all.
There were so many trees, each of them different: different kinds of leaves, different tones, different shadings. The sketch below is a meditation. I could have worked on it all day. The overcast lighting would not have changed the shadowing that much. I have a photograph of this scene, so I can get back to […]
I’m not sure if this is an accurate depiction of the real man. I was not limited by a coffee or lunch break; I had all the time in the world to do this drawing, and concentrated on shading and detail.
These young ladies were drying off after a dunk in the pool. When I draw more than one figure, I lightly sketch them in, to get the relative positions of each. In the drawing below, the figure on the far right was too big at first. I re-drew it with a heavier sketch of the […]
When scale and resemblance fail, creative naming comes to the rescue.
It was hot today. The pool promises to melt away the pain.
I’ve said before that I try not to use erasers. One exception to my self-imposed rule is when I sketch family and friends, especially when there it is very likely they will see it. I think the sketch below is a fair representation of our very nice outing. I only used the eraser once.
This is the first time in a while that I sketched across the fold in a journal. It is nice to work with a bigger format (twice the width of an individual page), but the division is a physical impediment to drawing. If the pencil approaches from one direction, it encounters a bump; the other […]
This girl must have been cold. She had her hand inside her sleeve and, given the sweater’s bagginess, formed a triangle when she leaned her elbow on the table. With this sketch, I began a new sketchbook, a Moleskin, medium-sized notebook. It is a bit bigger than pocket sized but I am looking forward to […]
That this woman was snoozing was my good fortune. A car wash waiting room is not the same as a cafe where everyone reads. In fact, the woman sitting next to me remarked that the woman I was sketching was a good subject.