I cropped yesterday’s photo (Draped Bust) purposely to create ambiguity: Was the sculpture of drapes, or was there an underlying sculpture covered by a drape? The sketch below is a sketch of the uncropped photograph.
Yikes! I didn’t know my sinuses went that far back.
I don’t remember the name of this book store. There were so many to choose from back then.
I’m having fun renewing my acquaintance with sketching. Just a few pencil strokes can shade more effectively than spending lots of time carefully perfecting dark-to-light gradients. Now, my challenge is to tighten up on the spatial relationships among facial features. If you look back on other quarantine self portraits in this series, you can see […]
I took this photo from the middle of the East River. This ConEd plant was very close to our apartment, and we saw it everyday. It looked different from the Circle Line Tour boat.
I looked carefully at one of Cézanne’s sketches of his son. I think he sketched the shapes that made up the face, not facial features. This is a different way of sketching, a different way of seeing. We’ll see how it goes.
It’s been more than 10 years since I moved away from New York City. I used to take the subway all the time, but I can’t, for the life of me remember the subway line which allowed sunlight into its 79th Street Station.