Here, Rose is a very weird looking person. In real life she's quite beautiful. But oh Lord look what I've done to her and her on her way to the Ukraine and all. Wish me luck presenting this to Rose at her family party tomorrow--right in front of her mother and everything. And another thing--why are the eyes in all my portraits on different levels? It's not like I never heard of a ruler for when things get out of hand. I think it's beacause A. I can't draw B. I think each eye expresses something different. You decide. The painting, it's colorful. Yeah that's it. It's colorful. When people look at your work and say, "Uh, interesting." That's when you know it's time to hang up the old paintbrushes and head for the wild and wonderful world of graphic design where things are allowed to be 'interesting'. So long suckerbeagles.
Yes folks, Rose is on her way to the Ukraine next week to teach English for the Peace Corps. So I've begun a portrait as a going away thing. Usually I work all areas of a painting at the same time, but here I've left the background for later. All's I know is, it's gotta be done in time for the going-away party Sunday.
Frankly, I can't see Rose dashing for the plane with a framed portrait under her arm so someone will have to hold on to it until she comes back to us in 27 months. I'm working in fluid acrylics because they're fast. Faster than an Airedale Terrier can stick her nose into the paint tray. Okay, not that fast. I hope Rose doesn't take a look at this site before her send-off party on Sunday. I'm afraid I might find all the lights out and the door barred.
Oh the good old gesture drawing. Dawg don't hold still at all. Most of the pages of my pad are filled with scrawl, but every now and then Frankie will give me five seconds to get down a partial drawing that can be loosely identified as 'Dog'. But that's not entirely true. Nothing on earth looks anything like Frankie T Wallace. Kind friends tell me these quick sketches capture some of the frankieness of Frankie. And best of all--the drawings don't steal your dental floss and chapstick.
Here, Rose is a very weird looking person. In real life she's quite beautiful. But oh Lord look what I've done to her and her on her way to the Ukraine and all. Wish me luck presenting this to Rose at her family party tomorrow--right in front of her mother and everything. And another thing--why are the eyes in all my portraits on different levels? It's not like I never heard of a ruler for when things get out of hand. I think it's beacause A. I can't draw B. I think each eye expresses something different. You decide. The painting, it's colorful. Yeah that's it. It's colorful. When people look at your work and say, "Uh, interesting." That's when you know it's time to hang up the old paintbrushes and head for the wild and wonderful world of graphic design where things are allowed to be 'interesting'. So long suckerbeagles.
