It has been a number of years since I've drawn a portrait of anyone much less of myself, and I wondered if it was like a foreign language -- something you lose if you don't use it; or whether it was more like riding a bicycle, part of the body memory that never really goes away. [Top drawing is pencil HB4, the bottom is charcoal pencil dark/soft and light/hard]
[updated: My husband showed me how to better adjust the brightness and contrast on the scanner to get an electronic image that was closer to the drawing.]
[updated: My husband showed me how to better adjust the brightness and contrast on the scanner to get an electronic image that was closer to the drawing.]
4 comments:
Oh, you're an artist! Beautiful. I think I like the top one better, where you're looking at us.
Doesn't look like you've lost it at all!
Yeah, the art is still there, unfortunately the face has gone to flab!
I need to try again and see if I can maintain a smile while drawing. It's not impossible, but it does make it harder!
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