I first became interested in art from watching my mother draw.
Mom sketched beautiful women, reminiscent of the “pin-up girls” of World War II. The hair was perfect, the lips gleamed and she could magically make the eyes seem to sparkle. I couldn’t get enough! I wanted to be able to do that!
Though my art has gone down a dozen different paths away from that early obsession, I still enjoy sketching people. I love life drawing, but can rarely get a subject to sit still long enough. I often sketch from photographs these days. Sometimes I’ll take a magazine and page through for a “model,” and use whatever materials I have at hand. A pencil sketch has an entirely different “mood” than a charcoal drawing. Colored pencils demand a slower pace, which is reflected in the finished work.
Isn’t this a familiar face?