I make books and write in them. It's my "thing". Late at night I will just let my interests run willy-nilly and write things, draw things, and basically fill pages of my current book. I'm very generous with my pages, because I have materials on hand to make many more books, as they become full. (Recently my husband counted something like 85 books that I have made since the end of 2012, but by adding gifts, exchanges and commissioned editions, I have made more than a hundred in the past 3 years.)
Yesterday while waiting to be called into an appointment, I "borrowed some faces" of other people in a clinic's waiting area. They weren't exactly likenesses of the people, I was just exploring what the people looked like and what my pen could do with what I was seeing. A woman nearby wore a beautiful sweater and I captured its appearance, dressing one of my ladies in it.
Late at night, I used a light ink wash to bring some depth to the forms. I may add color later. My books become little "coloring books" some evenings, as I go back through recent drawings and augment them with Inktense pencils and water washes.
Yesterday while waiting to be called into an appointment, I "borrowed some faces" of other people in a clinic's waiting area. They weren't exactly likenesses of the people, I was just exploring what the people looked like and what my pen could do with what I was seeing. A woman nearby wore a beautiful sweater and I captured its appearance, dressing one of my ladies in it.
Late at night, I used a light ink wash to bring some depth to the forms. I may add color later. My books become little "coloring books" some evenings, as I go back through recent drawings and augment them with Inktense pencils and water washes.
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