One of the many drawings tucked away safely in one of the many sketchbooks we have stacked about the place.
Daughter and I go through them every year or so and reminisce about the time we drew certain things or discuss how much we have come in technique. Really special.
Love you
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Drawing kids from life is pretty hard! But I feel SO pleased when I can get a little drawing down.
I’ve been thinking of doing this for a while, creating one post with all the self portraits – selfies – that I have done over the years. I’ve been examining myself for about eight years now, I haven’t always liked what I’ve seen. But it is an impressive, sometimes scary, sometimes sad and sometimes funny collection. I know I don’t have copies of all of them. They’re spread out over four old computers and some have probably accidentally/ on purposely been deleted.
2008 – Australia
2009 – Berlin
2010 – Wales
2011 Berlin
2012 Berlin > Australia
2013 – Australia, working as an illustrator
2014 Rural Victoria to Victorian town
2015
2016
I completely hate this one!
And trust me, this is not all of them and there will be more to come!
I am really proud of my work.
Grandma’s salt and pepper kitties
Over the last week I have been back in my studio, I begun a drawing that I think will take me about three months to complete. It’s new and something I have wanted to explore for a while, yet wasn’t ready – until now. Also this week I pushed myself back into drawing from life. I have slacked off a bit with that. So I set myself one hour for each of these drawings, and pushed myself to get as much as I could on the page to a timer.
Tetris Kitchen
Elephant ears plant
Table Stuff
Phallic Banana
Seriously – how phallic is it!
Nose Dive
The last one is a drawing of a bird that I found this morning. I was walking past a hospital and saw something fall to the ground from my peripheral – it made a noise when it landed that made me turn. I thought it dead but when I looked closer I saw it’s tiny body breathing, little black eyes blinking at me. So I called wildlife rescue and while giving my location details, so a rescuer could come and collect the bird, it opened it’s beak up super wide and then it just stopped. Last breath. It blinked no more. So I told the lady on the other end and she asked that I could at least move it so people wouldn’t step on it, which I did. And then I drew it. What a strange thing to witness but at least I was there in it’s final moments so it didn’t get stepped on.
Today has been pretty hard.
I love you Gene bean.
xox
I am really struggling at the moment.