The proportions are all off, the eyes are all wonky, it's a terrible shame. I plan to try and sketch something every day and try to get my raw skills back up. Hopefully I'll be able to pick up a paintbrush again sometime soon. But working in time to sketch is far easier than working in time to paint. I can sketch with little issue while my son is around, but the instant those paints and brushes come out I'll be hearing a constant loud mantra of "P help, P help, P help!" from my son.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
...or sketch pad as the case may be with me. I've lamented a few times on this blog about having let my art go to the way-side ever since my first pregnancy. It's been nagging at me all this time and I really do miss it. So yesterday with my husband and two year old out of the house for a camping trip I took advantage of the quiet and quasi-freedom to sketch a bit. Ugh...painful. The best I produced, which is really not that great, is this 3 minute sketch of an owl (I used a photo I found on-line to sketch from). Terrible.