![]() | i used to sit on the floor every Christmas watching my brother paint while i doodled and dabbled in my sketchbook. some movie would be on ~ something with a good musical score, something (usually) that we'd both seen 100 times already, something with al pacino (how many times did we watch Insomnia?) occasionally my brother would swoop down to see what i was doing and more than often he would grab my hand, brush poised over some anemic illustration, and he would say: "paint! don't tickle!" (for the truly geeky, this is a reference to Sgt. Major Mulcahy in Glory when he tells Thomas to stab him with his bayonet.) well, after years and years, i think i'm learning. i went to Dick Blick (eeeeeee!) and bought some holbien antique goauches (so so so bad). and having good paint (and no excuses), i decided to not tickle. i mixed colors (made a flesh tone as i was taught, using white and yellow ochre and cadmium red and cobalt blue). for a first attempt, i think it doesn't suck. i could nitpick, but i don't think i will. i'm pleased enough to keep moving forward and that's what's important. i've drawn four other bodies that need painting and then, oh then, maybe, just maybe, i will actually paint some clothing for a change. i'm actually excited. if i weren't so tired (and had so much work-work to do i'd stay up all night. : D |
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