We entered the magic doorway, to a world of art fun.
This group is The Flying Pickles. We had an art getaway this weekend.
My colored pencil experiments may lead to quilts in the future. I hope they will make me a better artist, since I think one must be able to draw to depict things in artworks. Maybe. I am not convinced Chagall and Picasso agreed. And Chagall is my favorite artist. His dreams are haunting. And I found my missing pine green and orange pencils, I am so relieved to have them back.
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Finally caving in to my self imposed pressure, I did a gesture drawing of Rick. I looked only at his face while drawing, and added his neck and shoulders after, when I colored him. I like the way he looks, sort of imaginary.
This chapter is Faces. In kind of retaliation for having to try hard, I drew a paisley person.
This is similar in style to a lady I saw in a magazine. I like caricatures, they seem so much easier than portraits.
And I drew birds that eat produce.
Then I drew a quilt from Quilting Arts magazine, sort of.