I took this photo not too long after I moved to New York. I aspired to emulate the work of my favorite photographers: Robert Frank, Henri Cartier-Bresson, Minor White and others. What I like most about this photo is that no faces can be seen other than the blind man’s.
I was trying to capture my smile. Mind you, it wasn’t a Mona Lisa smile, but an in-your-face, definite bold smile. I will cop to a few technical issues: 1) The pencils I used were too soft; 2) I did not keep them sharp; 3) I should have had a higher resolution photo from which […]
I’m trying different expressions and, in this sketch, more shading.
The thing about quarantine is, one runs out of things to do. I’ve run out of subjects, so I am concentrating on self portraiture. This one needs a bit of improvement. I hope that you, dear readers, bear with me while I improve my skills. I’ll try to keep things interesting.
My brother Mike is in hospital. It is bad enough that he is not allowed visitors, but he is autistic, low functioning and nonverbal. Mike has been a regular at the hospital. His care givers pay close attention to keeping him healthy. His problems are now worse than they have ever been. He is 70 […]
This sketch does not echo my mood, but is instead, an exercise in portraying a facial expression. My mind is on my brother Mike, who is in the hospital.
