The last one! Time to take a short break and get some sleep by going to bed a bit earlier. I hope to start the next challenge in a few days.
29 portraits in 29 days! Tomorrow I will draw my last one and I will win the challenge.
Amy is also in the book club. Once, she hosted a meeting and nobody made it. A bunch of girls canceled ahead, but there were still some who didn’t go and didn’t say anything. That was a first meeting for me that I couldn’t make. Amy forgave us, she’s that nice. Actually one of my fears is that nobody will come to my party and it doesn’t go away till the first guest arrives and I can relax. It happened to Amy. She sent us an e-mail afterwards telling us she was upset and the unbelievable part was that she apologized later for sending the previous e-mail. Honestly she had the right to be mad, not upset. She spent a whole day cleaning, planning, preparing and nobody showed up. She should have been furious. She’s too good.
I realize now that I didn’t finish shading her hand… I was too focused on her face, where I think I made it a bit too crooked. She does have a crooked smile in the photo I used for reference, but I think I might have exaggerated it too much.
From grade 5 to grade 10, I was in the same class as Razvan. Things were different in Romania. We had the same 30 something classmates the whole time and the classroom belonged to us instead of the teacher’s, who would come to us. I think that actually helped prevent the serious bulling that happens in North America. We were always together and got to know each other really well and care for each other. Of course, we weren’t always nice, but never like the way I saw a girl bullied here in Canada. I am sure there are lots of other factors involved that could have affected our behaviour towards each other. I did go to a more “elitist” school in Romania than the local high school I went to in Canada, so maybe that was a bigger factor than the fact that I knew everyone so well, but still I never head of any stories from any other schools either.
Razvan had a lion once. A real baby lion from the zoo. I’m not sure how his family got to care for it, but it was orphaned, so the zoo gave it to them to take care while it was young. Razvan came to school full of scratches for a while. Everyone in our class went to see it. I never did. I don’t remember why I couldn’t make it. I did see it on TV though. I saw it on the evening news being bottle fed by Razvan’s sister. The baby lion didn’t make it though. It died before it got to go back to the zoo. I could have seen it then, but I was afraid. As a child I had the biggest fear of dead things and unfortunately my aunts kept dying all around me and giving me nightmares. Even though I refused to go to funerals after my first one, the dead aunts still came to my dreams.
Michelle is the only person who actually asked me to draw her. She’s really nice, she likes my art, so I like her back. It always scares me to draw someone on request. Somehow I feel really bad if it doesn’t come out well. If it’s a bad one and the person didn’t ask for it, then I think they don’t care either way, but I have a feeling that someone who asks for one, expects something somewhat flattering. I could be wrong. I wonder if the reaction someone gets at seeing their drawn face, is the same as hearing your own recorded voice for the first time.
I love the huge hand in this picture. That’s probably my favourite part about it and I’m glad it came out well. I got the hair right, Michelle has crazy hair, but it’s hard to tell it’s her. I picked this pose because of the hands, but I got screwed at the blowing lips.
I used to work with Laura, a really smart girl and probably the youngest VP I know. The photo of her that I picked had really interesting light coming from a window behind her. I think I was able to render that. I’m not too sure about the eyes. One was way bigger, I made it smaller, but it still feels big.
Another of my former bosses. She’s a really awesome lady.
It’s 10:30 pm and I have to clean my house since I have a friend visiting tomorrow at 9:00am, so good night.
I used two different photos for this drawing. One for the head and one for the guitar. I notice now that the head is a bit too big. Oops. I shouldn’t have done the guitar, that wasn’t fun… I think I went crazy trying to count all the strings and lines on it. I gave up in the end and don’t care if it’s not accurate.
Tom used to be my boss. I learned a lot of PHP from him. He’s one of the smartest guys I know. He sat next to me for a while and he always hummed. I bet he still does it.
Swami and I worked together about four years ago. He’s a designer and one of the better ones I’ve had a chance to work with. At the time I worked with him, I drew portraits of my coworkers, but I never got a chance to draw Swami, so here he is now. It doesn’t quite look like him. I’m not sure if it’s because the photo I drew from wasn’t exactly right, or because I’ve done something wrong. It’s probably my fault. I picked to do this because it had hands in it and I wanted to practise drawing hands more. The photo is a bit blurry. My camera died right after taking this photo.
I believe this is my 22nd drawing in as many days. 8 more to go and I win the challenge. The best part is that I can see improvement and that I’m still enjoying myself though I’m sick of drawing faces. I yearn to draw something else.
This is another portrait based on a Hogarth Tutorial on light and shade.
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.