Drawings are at once the heartbeat, the bones, the musculature, and the spirit of all art. Drawings constitute a unique language for each artist, and the viewer is privileged to glimpse the skeletal elements of the art process first-hand. Drawings are personal: they reveal , they are intended as notes, they are a means to an end, and they represent the embryo of genius...the moment of an artist's truth.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Memories
Sometimes the mere act of looking at my youngest son triggers the precious, almost forgotten memories of my own optimistic childhood.
No guarantee on posting EVERY week, but I will do what I can. Life has never been busier, but I know that I shouldn't be making excuses. I do miss the consistency of illustrations.
What a sweet face! I wish they would stay younger just a little longer, it flies by quickly...I often think that when I look at my 30 year old son! Lovely rendering.
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Okay, I'm back! Not the typical this week.
No guarantee on posting EVERY week, but I will do what I can. Life has never been busier, but I know that I shouldn't be making excuses. I do miss the consistency of illustrations.
Thanks to you all!
What a sweet face! I wish they would stay younger just a little longer, it flies by quickly...I often think that when I look at my 30 year old son! Lovely rendering.
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sweet memory and lovely drawing
Welcome back. Even if it's not every week, it'll be nice to be able to see your work.
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