Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Close, but no cigar...
I work very hard when depicting the animals to keep their essence and shy away from anthropomorphizing them into Hallmark card cuteness. Just couldn't do it with this creature. And I am far from satisfied with her even now, just tired of smearing pastels around for a while. It is the ultimate ennui of artists when their vision does not materialize on the paper or canvas. Sometimes it is something better, something magical. Often it is not. Whatever. Every piece teaches me something I need to know about this craft. I think this one taught me to focus better on the subject. Head was too big, eyes too far apart, body to thick. AAAAARRRRGGHH! Still, it was fun. Now to put her away, start something new, with lessons tucked into my pocket for future reference.