People in waiting rooms for eye doctors generally fall into two categories: dilatees and those waiting to drive them home. Below is a portrait of the latter.
At first I lightly sketched the figure. I don’t know why, but I always seem to start with the arms. I also spend time on the head tilt and its relationship to the shoulders. I finished with enough time to include some of the furniture, and to darken the lines of the woman. I’m pretty […]
This woman was not feeling well at all.
I’m back to pencil drawing for a while. I used the doctor’s office as the subject of today’s sketch. There was a range of tones, from the darkest of the television screen and door to the white of the book case.
Visits to the eye doctor are not too bad except afterward, when everything is blurry.
After my abbreviated waiting room visit yesterday, I was ushered into a little room. After the nice nurse (who liked my work) took my signs and left, I was left alone. The room was white. The only feature worthy of my attention was the little shelf that held the jar that held the tongue depressors. […]