His eyes

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He was staring across the restaurant. A hard stare. Eyes wide, looking directly at the woman three tables away. She had not seen him as she was sitting side on to him, but her partner caught the look. Who’s the jerk over there? He said to her. I don’t know, she said, glancing across. The man was still staring and she felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

The couple had their meal in silence. Neither knowing what to say to the other. And both of them kept checking what the wide eyed man was doing. He in turn was drinking a beer, then another one..

I’m going over said the woman’s partner. She grabbed his hand, please don’t, she said. We don’t know who he is but he’s big, he could hurt you! She glanced worriedly at the man.

Then she realised he had signalled the waitress for the bill. He might come over and say something, she said as the man paid for his food. Ignore him said her partner. But she couldn’t, who was he. Did he mean to say or do something?

The man stood up, picked up and put on some sunglasses. Come on Jess he said. His Guide Dog stood up from under the table where she had been sitting, her harness jingling. Home Jess, he said, and the dog led him out of the door.

I saw a face

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I saw a face,

I blocked out some of the photo, and added some lines to the result in a sympathetic green colour. The blue mecanopsis flowers form stunning eyes, the concave petals give it depth. The dark purple makes the mouth and upper lips. It’s a almost insect like, perhaps like the head of a dragonfly? I can see antennae on it. It’s something I enjoy doing, playing with images.

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Drawing faces

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Last night I was watching a programme about the European renaissance. You know, one of those ones where you get a glimpse of paintings for a few seconds, before they are on to the next face or body. Impossible to draw a face from there.

One revelation was that the Greek and Roman statues would have had painted patterns and faces coloured when they were first carved. As the centuries between then and the renaissance passed, the colours would have faded or washed away. The response of sculptors like Michaelangelo was to carve their figures out of bright white carrera marble. Because what they were seeing coming out of the ground was sculptures that had lost their paint.

That is why I drew patterns and shade on this drawing, it’s an imagined figure. If I had some good colouring pencils I might colour it in… I will look.

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Looking out

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Painting from a few years ago. It’s one that I did about imagination and the mind. I don’t know where it went. It may have been sold. The foreground is meant to represent axons and synapses in the brain. Thought happens, but how do you describe it? How you depict it? The eyes are supposed to be the window to the mind.

And how do we know the mind is in charge. Only a few centuries ago, the heart was seen as the centre of emotions. Hence the phrases like “letting your heart rule your head”.

I’ve done similar pictures in watercolour pencils, but they are probably in a sketchbook somewhere. I’ve got too much stuff.

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Can you see the face?

 

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I am doing it again, I can see a crying clown!? On my tea which I’d a cornish pasty. (a pastry case filled with minced lamb, sliced potato and swede or turnip) the proper ones have much thicker pastry and are crimped along the top so they look like a bag with a curved, arching top. They are originally from Cornwall although Devon, the next door county also claims to have made them originally.

We had them for tea with a cup of coffee. The sauce is HP brown sauce. Slightly spicy, and the pasties have quite a bit of pepper too.

An old one…

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This painting is a few years old, and I think it led to my green man painting. I tried to ain’t something that was about ‘mind’, the squiggles and orange splotches are meant to be like synapses, and flashes of electricity. If the nerve fibres in your brain we’re stretched out they would cover a huge area. The brain is convoluted and folded which increases the interconnection of brain cells. The more convoluted and complex the brain, the more intelligence seems to be the rule. There are probably research papers about it and there may be information on Wikipedia.

Back to the painting. I can’t remember whether the face was taken from a photo……. But the eyes look quite real? What I must do is start creating new paintings again…

Proserpine

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Black and white drawing from the Youdraw.com website I drew a few years ago. Based on a pre-Raphaelite painting. I just love the faces they created. Long noses, cupid bow lips, beautifully painted eyes. I could never achieve that level of soft, smooth, flowing colours.

I don’t know the history of the movement but I know there were some famous models that appeared in their paintings over and over again. There was gossip about the painters behaviours and morals . But they left the world with some wonderful images.

Struck

Digital drawing. Playing with the idea of being struck by lightning.

I used a sketch app with various pens. In this case I had to overlay different pen tools like a sparkler pen or a crackleur one. They gave too much texture so I tried smudging the marks, giving an out of focus look, then building up again with the crackling surface and then using a black spray can pen to take out some of the marks. I posted this on Instagram, but used the clarendon edit on that which gave the image a slightly blue tinge. I’ve posted both versions so you can see the slight difference that makes.