Loretta is the blonde blue eyed girl with rosy cheeks that every boy in our class had a crush on. She is kind, gentle, somewhat quiet and a very talented artist. I went to school with her and she used to be the most meticulous person I had ever seen when it came to her painting. She still pays the same attention to detail in her art. Check her out here: Loretta Stats. She also has a flair for foreign languages and speaks a few quite well, and picks new ones up quickly.
This is getting to be fun. A few days ago, when I drew Ivan, I vowed to myself to never do such a challenge again. It felt like a chore, I drew to get it done, but yesterday and today, I really enjoyed myself.
I do need to practice drawing hands though… that part was a hard.
This is Athos, my childhood friend. It’s not her real name, of course. I was d’Artagnan. She is the girl who brought magic to my childhood. I miss her and I miss our adventures full of secret codes, secret letters, secret locations, secret missions. Our school used to be a Franciscan Monastery (that’s what we were told) and then it became a communist building and then in 1989, after the revolution, it became our school. Now, about half of the school got returned to the owners from before second world war, so it’s not the same. In the big courtyard (there were two), behind a fence, that never deterred us, was a cave with two exits that we knew with our eyes closed. We spent most of our recess time there. The biggest room in the school was right at the top of the building, which had four floors. One day we found papers stuck inside a wall at the back of the room. We imagined we found big secret letters (they were just floor plans). Underneath the paint on the walls in that same room, we discovered the remnants of some fresco and tried to scratch to uncover more, but we got found out and the room was locked afterwards. That school was amazing, full of passages, small rooms, some built right into the rock, so that they had an actual cave look to them, small creaking wooden stairs missing steps and wooden bridges. It was the perfect setting for our imagination. They should build all schools like this. We had as much fun as they had at Hogwarts.
The town, like all medieval towns, had, and still has, a citadel in the middle of the city up on a hill and old walls surrounding the old town. The best part were the tunnels underneath the city. Once they were a path from the citadel to outside the walls as an escape route in case of a siege, but most of them are now caved in, of course, but still a fantastic place to play.
I really wanted this portrait to be a good one. I think I did okay, not entirely happy. I wish I had more time. I need to do her justice because she’s an amazing artist, who’s done some incredible portraits of me. I owe her a good one. Check her art here: Aletheia Rio.
The sun finally came to Vancouver, I think I might have even gotten a sunstroke.
Here’s Al still wet: