I am trying hard to fight the disintegration of my skills and memory. Practice is crucial. I need to draw as much as I can before I can’t do it anymore. Today I was finally able to remember the word pastel after three days of not remembering the term for adding white to a color of paint to soften and mute it. And I forgot Maxfield Parrish’s name in conversation with another artist. I can’t believe I forgot my favorite artist’s name. My mind is going to stop working correctly if I don’t keep exercising it.
This picture is supposed to be for practice in facial expressions other than smiles. Little Danielle is going to see her least favorite aunt. So, her teeth are gritted as the car ride is coming to an end.
Rosa’s face was supposed to be practice at drawing dimples with digital tools. I confess, the lines looked so inhuman that I had to chicken out and simply smooth out the cheeks. I hate giving up like that, so consider this picture unfinished.
How did I do with mild surprise? I know… I need to label this one unfinished too.
Catch a Falling Star 