I was working on this painting (for purely intrinsic purposes) when I realized that the thing would be perfect for one of the pieces I have to do for art over the summer. There's definitely some extreme forshortening in this painting.
But.. two problems: it's painted, not drawn (like the summer pieces are suppose to) and it's by no means school appropriate. So, dash all my hopes of using this one...
I've been neglecting my portraits (which are now bone-dry) for one main reason: whenever I'm working on them, the eyes never cease to freak me out. The only one that's looking any where near decent is Mike's... and if it werent' for the charcoal peaking underneath the oil paint, the damn thing would be practically perfect.
Shite. Two more weeks till school starts. Time to re-read the summer books (this time getting quotes for discussion purposes) and get cracking on other things.
Could be worse... I could be starting school on Monday. Like Barto and Tyler.
Elvis Costello + Bronsky Quartet = happiness.
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