Thursday, February 24, 2011
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Thursday, January 20, 2011
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
64. September 22, 2010
Thursdays in Room 23 have become Wednesdays in Room 22, but the fight is still alive.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
63. September 14, 2010
Charcoal and graphite pencil.
New semester. New room, which might have been affecting my mojo. That, and the amount of time I've been spending at the John Singer Sargent Virtual Gallery. I recommend it, but be warned: he edges over into being a little discouraging.
His life drawings/nudes are all consolidated under the year 1919...
Friday, August 13, 2010
61. August 12, 2010
Another interim session held in a private home, where I'm less inclined to break out the messy chalk. But the first drawing I've done in over a month. Still the most swift and sane-making way I know to pass three hours.
Friday, July 9, 2010
60. July 8, 2010
Topmost was in the big pad, graphite and conte. The rest in sketchbook, as class was once again in a private home where one doesn't like to make a mes.
Could be last batch for a while...
Friday, June 25, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
55. May 31st, 2010
A follow-up, on those water-inspired images. Pastel - a medium from which I'd like to move on.
Friday, May 28, 2010
54. May 27, 2010
The top sketch I'm a little iffy about, but I post it because I always think it's funny when a drawing so clearly recalls the work of someone else. (There was a post a while back that for some weird reason made me think of Carl Larsson.) This one here makes me feel like I'm looking at the figure drawings of Robert McCloskey, author of Blueberries for Sal and Make Way For Ducklings. The particular quality of line and drawing has something to do with it, but there's also the fact that the model has a lot of Sal's features, and -- correct me if I'm wrong -- Sal's mother's expression.
Anyway, this was the last class of the semester. Let the Jonesing begin.
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