Mike was, and still is a mystery.
Mike would get frustrated. He would always take it out on himself. He has never spoken, so we had to guess what the problem was.
Joy is home. Yay! No visiting hours is a bitch. Hard to imagine enduring this long term.
I am in the middle of a series of sketches of my brother Mike, from photos I took many years ago. Today, I made a sketch of my wife, Joy, from photograph. I had to take her to hospital today.
The photo for this sketch had a good range of tones. However, I chose to use a brush-tipped ink pen for this portrait. Perhaps a smaller tip would be better if I were to replicate the tones from the photo. My brother Mike‘s eyes diverge. Sometimes he looks with one, sometimes with the other.
When we were young, one of Mike‘s distinguishing visual features was his diverging eyes. I often wondered through which he saw me. Today’s sketch shows that his left eye was looking in my direction. Yesterday’s sketch (made from a photograph taken moments later than today’s reference photo) shows Mike’s right eye looking at me. I […]