10x20-ish oil on board
Painting from the Friday Destruction Derby Life Crusher Fest. They say they liked it flipp-ed this way. So I flipp-ed it. My foreshortening isn't too great so she's supposed to be lying on a couch. Apologies for the bad photo. I guess this was about 3 1/2 hours to paint.
The pianist in my ward. Don't know her too well. She exists on a different plane than me. Still she's nice. Except the range on this one is about 20 yards. There's hardly any likeness. An hour.
Hands from memory. I get certain angles right off the bat. When you get in trouble remember foreshortening and angles. Compare. . . widths. If that goes off then just use a model. That's the cool thing about hands is that most everyone has them. Thirty minutes.
A strummer! grrrrr~! Stop strumming and start wailing! Grampas' guitars. . . . sheesh. I like the little lines one the best. When lines get little, you'd better hope you've been watching. Cause I wasn't. Forty five minutes?
15 min man from "Boom! Head shot! drawing class" I so ungratefully sneaked into. So ungratefully~!
The Crocuses have risen~! The Marines of flowers. First in. . . uh, first out? Snow will still be on the ground and they got screaming up. Probably my favorite flower.
I finally watched Omohide Poro Poro again. I mean I went out of my way just to get this all the way from Hong Kong. Let me tell you. It is genius! Absolute genius~! I loved it. It changed my life. I'm filled with love because of this film. Please watch it.