I've been learning to work with chalk pastels this summer, and am officially addicted. I'm also addicted to faces, it turns out...at the moment it's old faces that have captured my attention. I took a few pictures along the way with this granny. The process from start to finish speaks so many metaphors to my "real" life...amazing.
(Sweet jeebus...who do I think I am? Some sort of artist?! There's NO way that this thing will ever look ANYTHING like a face!)
(well, at least she doesn't look dead anymore. completely nauseous about pulling together the rest of her face. Oh look, she's a SHE....who knew?)
(whew, she's starting to look old...maybe I don't hate her afterall....not entirely sure what to do with her chin & mouth area. Put a flu mask over it maybe?)
(HOLY HELL!!! What the (#*%&* have I done?!?! Will I ever learn to just QUIT WHILE I'M AHEAD???! Dear god.)
(Great. Just effing great. Grandma with a swimcap on. )
At this point in the process I got up, forced myself to eat lunch, and go poke around in my garden for a bit. When I came back in, I wasn't so mad at her anymore, and was able to keep going. Lesson here.....blood sugar. And fresh air. And SPACE. Amen.
(Okay. Maybe it looks like a knit beanie now. Maybe. Definitely glad I didn't rip her to pieces an hour ago.)
So there she is. Probably not finished yet. No doubt I will mess around with her hat a bit more later. But I am SO glad I didn't listen to the little voices in my head when they told me that I can't draw.
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