I’m so glad I’m an adult now, that I have big strong arms to grasp whatever frozen treat I desire. Also, I can’t believe that I was once able to bite into frozen candy bars without regret.
Speaking of “frozen,” it was an Illustration Friday word long ago…
Inside my head I usually see myself this way– age five, sharing some kind of beverage with my closest friends. The only thing that’s changed over the years is the beverage: “pretend tea” (air), water, apple juice, milk, iced tea mix, tea, coffee, whisky, coffee with whisky, and back to tea again these days.
I just tried dragon fruit (aka pitaya) for the first time. I was surprised at its dewy smell, just like fresh figs. This is probably the start of a very expensive (but healthy!) habit.
Every Thursday, I try my best to show up at Society of Illustrators for their Sketch Night. As I mentioned earlier, I prefer Thursdays because the models wear some sort of costume. Some are wilder than others, like last week’s copper and gold combination of belly dancer, Slave Leia, and Mayan princess:
More sketches after the jump:
Another sketch of the same model from Society of Illustrators, color added in Photoshop.
The Society of Illustrators is my favorite place to do figure drawing because not only do they always have live music and a full bar, it’s the only place I’ve been to where the models wear some sort of costume. That means a lot to me because there’s only so many times I can ask my friends and family to pose, and they’re not models, so they twitch and fidget (sorry guys!) which disturbs the intricate, ephemeral folds of cloth, and then I have to erase everything and have an aspirin.
Photo reference books for artists fill in the gaps once in a while, but they’re too static, no substitute for a real person who knows how to sit perfectly still for up to twenty minutes. Always appreciate your models!
A few years ago, I visited The Five Pointz Building in Long Island City (the one with all the graffiti) for the first time. It was a dizzy overwhelming day because there are hundreds of studios in there AND an American Apparel textile factory downstairs, so I went home with loads of colorful fabric scraps that I crocheted into a rug… of sorts.
I drew this sketch when I insisted on sitting for a few minutes after climbing down from the roof (shouldn’t have taken the fire escape).
I’m not sure what these last two portraits say about me or my husband, except that we have really old computers. Still, I’m enjoying the “desk portrait” concept.