So the other day I picked up the beautiful sketchbook I spent a fortune on in Indigo and actually dared to blemish the insides. This is what came out. Not bad for a first try. Though I haven't really ventured into bodies yet. And have a strange compulsion to name every character I draw. That's the writer in me, I guess. Next week: further uncharted territory. I might even pick up a paintbrush. I know what you're thinking...COLOURED sketches? will the wonders never cease? Stay tuned... |
My first try--an iffy self portrait. trying to get the wild hair right... |
I rather like this one. Can really picture her as a spinster aunt with too many cats. |
Everyone has a crazy Grandpa like this. |
And this. |
The old weirdo uncle. |
And of course, the pushy aunt who's always trying to set you up with the neighbour's pimply son. |