So last night my daughter was sitting there being her beautiful self and she agreed to let me draw her. We were both tired.
I got frustrated. I know I shouldn’t – it’s just learning process and I know I have a long way to go. I should go and reread the first chapter of my own book eh? “Don’t compare yourself… permission to be imperfect … time to learn… ” yada yada yada.
|Left: last night, from life. Right: this morning, from a photo.|
So I know I’m going to get there eventually but I wanted to make on good drawing NOW. Well – bedtime and then draw in the morning. She let me take a picture. I photoshopped it to up the contrast and turned it black and white. Then I traced the back of the picture a bit, placed it on the paper and traced the outlines again to transfer the pencil to the paper. If I wasn’t doing it in my sketchbook I would have just used a light table. Yes I consider all these things crutches. Cheating – sort of. I want to be able to draw what I’m seeing without them. But for this morning – who cares? I got the outlines in the right place and filled in the shadows from there. I gotta say. It’s satisfying to see the results.