Athos

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.

Athos

Athos

Marita

I’m cutting it close today. It’s almost midnight. Well, we did go to a birthday party and my son had so much sugar, he didn’t go to sleep till 10:00pm. I just finished drawing.  I had fun doing this portrait.  I tried to do the light and shadow stuff from yesterday, but working from a colored photo.  It wasn’t easy and I think I messed around so much with the shadows that I forgot about the drawing part and I don’t think it looks much like the person anymore. I can’t really tell because it’s someone I’ve never met in my life.  I know her mom.  I know now that it really helps me to see the real person too.  I’ll be so tired tomorrow! I just know it. I’m writing really fast, can you tell?

Marita

Marita

Aletheia Rio

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:

Al

Al

Ivan

Well, I say it’s Ivan, but it looks nothing like him.  The first image looks like a 40 year old fat Italian and the second one looks like a white dude.  Poor Ivan is Mexican and I don’t think he’s 30 yet.

I’m running on 3 hours of sleep.  Occasionally I get this crazy idea that I’ll sleep train my son.  I underestimate his stamina.  We were up till 4:00am.  His eyes were closing and every time I put him down he’d cry again.  It’s not easy to walk around the house with a 30lb boy.  He sleeps with us, I’m just trying to get him to get him to go back to sleep without being fed.  Eventually it worked, but I don’t know if it was worth it or if I’ll consistently keep on doing it… So I might have tortured both of us for nothing.  If he’ll wake up tonight, I think I’ll feed him and let both of us sleep.

Brad

Brad and I worked together about 7 years ago. He then moved to Montreal where he became a famous artist. Check him out here: http://enjoyartwork.com.

It looks like him and it doesn’t. Unfortunately the photo I used as a reference had the light coming from the top and his head was tilted, so that created some complications. I straightened his head, but I shouldn’t have because I still drew some things using the tilt. I don’t know enough yet to be able to flip and adjust everything.

brad

brad

Josh

Josh is quiet, so I can’t say I know him well. I barely ever heard him talk the whole time we were working together and playing softball together. He too has a great face for drawing, just like Andrey.  This portrait was actually my second attempt at this.  First time I gave him a nose that was too long.  I tried to do it quickly cause it was getting late when I started again and I’ve been up since 5:00am.  I thought I had finished everything in twenty minutes, but when I looked at the time an hour and ten minutes had passed.  So much for my hurried lines.  I used the lighter ink color to find the shape and then accentuated it with a dark sepia. I really need some sleep now.

Josh

Josh

Andrey

I’ve known Andrey for 7 years now! Wow! We were coworkers and then on the same softball team.  He’s a guy that’s a lot of fun to hang out with, who always remembers my birthday.

I’ve used ink! I’m happy about that.  I’ve also done some more teeth, and it wasn’t a disaster. This was actually fun to do.  I think his strong Russian features also helped me out a lot.  Andrey’s got the perfect face for a portrait.  Love it.

Andrey

Andrey

Marina and Maciej

Maciej is my “husband’s” childhood friend and Marina is Maciej’s beautiful wife.  Maciej also draws and quite well, so he’s been one of the people who’s been “liking” my work on Facebook.  I don’t know them that well.  I see them occasionally at birthday parties, but from what I’ve seen I don’t think I know two other people who are better suited to one another.  It’s wonderful to see that.

I didn’t do this one in ink, like I’ve said I would.  I got scared.  I don’t know why.  I love ink and it hasn’t been that long since I’ve used it.  It’s just so final! Maybe tomorrow I’ll be brave.

Marina and Maciej

Marina and Maciej