Using only conte on this black paper remains an interesting challenge. Mainly as the key, for me at least, is to remember to apply light touches as I use the colours and then blend repeatedly. The pretty girl has caught you staring at her and isn't amused. She gives you the devil stare that challenges … Continue reading Right Through You
Contentment
Now using only conte, and blending repeatedly between application of layers. I did let go of form on this one and not sure I got the face exactly as I hoped. The funny thing is it ended up looking like an old high school friend I was thinking about. Funny how the subconscious comes into … Continue reading Contentment
Deep, Philosophical Sadness
The sadness is mostly in the eyes for this guy, and maybe I took the easy road to connecting the feeling of his being philosophical, because of the beard. The funny thing is that the image that inspired this one was most definitely not Sophocles. Regardless of the source material, something inside me was coming … Continue reading Deep, Philosophical Sadness
Contemplating A Darkness
Something deliciously evil just came over this guy's mind and we are witnessing the beginning of the smile of awareness, as well as the subtle shadow that is growing from the right side of his face. He is looking right at you with a secret knowing. What did you ask him to get this look? … Continue reading Contemplating A Darkness
The Usual Mask I Wear
The inspiration for this face was so completely different than the end result, you can't imagine. My process of drawing a rough outline of the image from the inspiration source, then immediately removing the original from view, before filling it in, almost always reveals surprises. This way, I feel I am inspired by something then … Continue reading The Usual Mask I Wear
Lyric
I found this really cute drawing the other day and it's been rattling around my brain. I wasn't sure how to translate the realistic portrait into my more Expressionist style, so I did what I usually do. I put the black pencil on the paper and let go. In this case, the pencil was a … Continue reading Lyric
Myself, or My Brother
I was recently asked about a hand painted perfecto I made about thirty years ago and it got me digging through old pictures of it for the inquirer. While digging I found a small stash of pictures of myself and my brother, Wayne, when we were in our teens. We are 9 years apart, but … Continue reading Myself, or My Brother
She Is
I really wasn't sure what to say about this figure. It was androgynous, somewhat angry, evocative, abrasive, and purposfully ugly. I decided she didn't need to identify herself and anything other than who she was: She is Herself, and because of that, she is fierce, inspiring, and beautiful! Another realization regarding environmental conditions while using … Continue reading She Is
Lovely Day
As I do with many of my pieces, I quiet my mind, stare at them for a bit, and ask them who they are. Sometimes, they reveal a whole story; other times, just a name. This girl's sardonic smile seemed to come to life when I asked and the only thing she said in response … Continue reading Lovely Day
Letting Go
I get the impression of someone falling away, as if letting go of something or someone that is holding them back. of course, the hair always flows free faster than our perceptions. The eyes seem to still be focused on the object being left behind and only the slight beginning of realization has started to … Continue reading Letting Go
The New Renaissance Mindset 