I used to draw all the time.
I drew where I shouldn’t have. Like, during church. I drew when I shouldn’t have. Like, during church. Or math. (In art class, I didn’t always draw. Go figure.) I drew a cartoon bird on a serving tray at a restaurant and the girls all tried to use that one.
Marie found these self-portraits just the other night while cleaning out the games and coloring books table. Perfect for today’s word, your art.
I’m not sure how horribly accurate these are, but that’s youthful me there, on the left, and grown-up me, there, on the right. (I have no nostrils, Grace points out, but a lifelike representation of details such as nose holes might prove distracting.)
I look tribal and wanton in my youth, don’t I?
In my old age, I’m docile, lighter of brow. Mellower of eye. My gray isn’t so much a temple shock, as it is in my drawing, but more a salt sprinkle on my head, in real life. There’s something primate about me too, isn’t there?
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I was more of a painter, myself. I drew a lot. But it was mostly unrecognisable. Or at least open to interpretation. Perhaps the sign of true artist?
I got more paint on me than the canvas. Most of my paint experience came at those wine-and-paint joints.
Anything I’ll produce on this blog that teeters on unrecognizable I’ll attribute as artistic express.
not bad, eli. i like what they represent )
Thanks! I’d forgotten them, beth.
Pretty good likeness, Eli 🙂
Thanks Lyn! I think! Haha. I’m cartoonish in nature in person, too.
I cannot draw. I doodle and the best kind of doodles are the ones at those restaurants that let you draw on the table cloth. I swear I get more excited than the kids. I can kinda see this portrait in an Archie comic book. Like how cool were you, that you could be in a comic book. Lucky duck.
I struggle, too, and never really like what comes of it, Rore. I wish every restaurant had paper to draw on instead of tablecloths. Kids don’t even realize how cool that is.
I see the Archie similarities now … hell, I could have been the only Chicano in the strip (it’s okay – that’s what we called ourselves back then)
Nice drawings.
Thanks Jes! Reposting this reminds me it’s been a while since I’ve scribbled.