I am going to clean up the blog a bit. Sketched over the weekend but you will shortly see what happens when one loses passion for what one is doing. Normally I'd be embarrassed enough at this to not even bother posting it. But I think it is important to show what happens to me when I lose interest in a painting. This one was going ok...so so...during the pencil process. My goal was rapid and loose (for me). I wanted to drop in loose color, much in the manner of Nora McPhail...just loose, crisp (loose and crisp sounds like an oxymoron), clean. I was sitting on the balcony looking across the street...a view I've always liked at Jeff's house. Worries, fatigue, stress, and seeing the drawing deteriorate...all made me know I should have just erased the page and walk away. But no...not me. Gotta ruin the danged page in the book.
Yeesh...ruined that view.
So I am going to try to keep my blog unpersonal. I'm going back in with heavy editing hand. I want to be a new me. I don't like the old one.