It’s a true scientific fact that drawing from selfies is a nightmare. The angles are all weird and the resolution is usually bad, leaving the artist to make up details (like noses and jaws) as they go along. In my case, usually fluffing it up.
Still, I keep doing it. Guess it’s me all over. Stubborn. Wanting to do things the difficult way. But who can resist this gorgeous, glamorous candid snapshop… and that contrast!? Like she’s emerging from the darkness. Very film noir actually.
I drew Gwen (oh, congratulations Mrs. Rossdale, another boy on the way) in pastels from this picture she posted on her Twitter.
Meet Sarah Elizabeth Orchard! This hilarious, pretty lady blogger often has me in stitches when posting about the slightly awkward things that happen to her. Like me, she was recently involved in a freak (what I call) British standoff. You know the situation: bump into someone, you go left, they go left, you go right, they go right. The stranger in question was… a pigeon. I get this with manky Leeds pigeons all the time!
I used to be little once. Back in the mid-eighties when mainstream music was still good. Don’t be fooled with my big smile though. I was quite a handful.
Back then I was pretty creative as well. But with walls and my mother’s lipstick instead of crayons or drawing pencils. I have also been known to involve green beans and 5 cent pieces in my performance art. Please don’t ask.
Another one in pastel and pastel pencils, it took me about 5 hours. Obviously, it has been donated to the parents.
With a slight fever and a throat infection, I present to you my homage to Bettie Page’s iconic Christmas Playboy shoot. Merry Christmas! *shuffles off to bed*Again in pastel – crayons and pencils – in about four hours. Click the above link for the reference, but beware of…. BOOBS!
The inlaws had a garage clean-out and came across some old school art supplies. There were pastels, charcoal and all the paper in the world, including some vintage “Daler” (from before it was “Daler and Rowney”) watercolour paper. Stacks and stacks of it. Luckily, my boyfriend’s dad’s hobby never took off so he could kindly donate it to me… about 25 years later! These portraits of Amy Winehouse and Anna Calvi were quite a challenge, but at least I’m now no longer a pastel virgin. Eek, it smudges!