I unearthed a few of my old drawings during my studio clean-up this week.
I'm showing you these two photos of an assignment I did in my drawing class a couple of years ago because I really liked them at the time.
And I still do.
Which is amazing.
So...
I am thinking about framing one of them.
And I am wondering if you would stop and scratch your head in wonder about a person who had a piece of art like this hanging on the wall in their home.
Would you think they were cracked?
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I also found this photo of Miss Mary Mack (all those lines are drawn in) which I call "Mary Martian", and which...
...I started to draw and never finished.
It's a very strange picture to have chosen to draw, but I'm guessing I liked the drama of the black and white contrasts.
And that world-class pout.
The drawing is on the paper crooked.
Did I do that on purpose?
I can't remember.
I don't think so.
I think I was frozen with fear of failure in class one night and finally just sort of stabbed the paper and started drawing.
I wonder if I will ever finish...
..it.
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This drawing is of the left eye of my friend's daughter.
I like it when I stumble upon one my drawings long after I've worked on it.
I'm much more merciful in my assessment.
I remember how unhappy I was with this one.
But, though I never finished it, I could appreciate what I saw in it this time.
I could see the reflection of myself taking the photograph, and the shop door and windows she was standing in front of when I took it.
Sometimes I enjoy the little scenes reflected in the eyes, more than the eyes themselves.
Especially with this one.
Because these eyes, in reality, are the most beautiful almost-aqua blue I've ever seen.
And my pencil sure wasn't.