This is a pencil drawing based on a photograph by Henri Cartier-Bresson, from the catalog of a retrospective of his work that I was very fortunate to be able to see in San Francisco a few years ago. There's a lot more going on in the original photo than I included here and the angle of the figure's head is totally wrong but, after stepping back from it, I decided that it had gone far enough and that I needed to put down my pencil before things started to go downhill. I'm still not sure if this was the right decision, but at this point I think I'm ready to declare it "as good as it's going to get" and move on to the next one.
Friday, February 20, 2015
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Sunday, January 4, 2015
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Friday, October 31, 2014
This drawing is a detail just showing Neptune offering up his gifts (maybe I'll draw Venice another time). I did this in the Moleskine sketchbook with compressed charcoal.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Sunday, October 26, 2014
I did manage a couple of quick ones in Venice. The drawing on top is an ink sketch of a statue in front of Santa Maria Del Rosario. The pencil sketch on the bottom is a very abbreviated attempt at the domes of Santa Maria del Salute from the balcony of our hotel. I would have worked in more detail, but I felt that it was more important to run out to the bar for wine and fried seafood. So much for suffering for my art.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Being married to an art historian has numerous advantages, one of which is the constant presence of numerous books of old master drawings just lying around the house. In this case I happened upon a Sotheby's catalog full of some really amazing images, so I felt inclined to pick up my pens and try my hand at them. Close examination of the originals would reveal numerous errors in both of these, but such is the way with an ink drawing.
The one on top is "A Man Seated Smoking at Table" by Jan Josef Hormans the Elder (note that I hope to someday live long enough to be referred to as "the elder," although I'm more likely to be referred to as "that odd man who lives across the street and shouts at the pigeons. Don't make eye contact."). The one below it is taken from "The Prophet Isaiah Reading From a Scroll" by Giovanni Francesco Barbieri.