Friday morning: I had only a small window of time. I wanted to do art -- sketch and paint something in my sketchbook. But I was at my office and my psychotherapy patients would start showing up in half an hour.
I couldn't do my usual preferred slow drawing. What I really wanted to do was paint. Since I sketch in ink first and then paint afterwards, if I'm short on time, painting often gets sacrificed. And if I don't paint, part of me just feels sad. Like I went to the party but didn't get to dance.
But Friday I did it. I made a sketch, focusing on the little girl in the photo. (See Sktchy app for photo references.) I sketched fast. By putting the little girl where I did on the page I ran out of room for her father, couldn't fit him in completely. (Alas!)
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| My final version -- ink and watercolor, done in 30 minutes. |
It was fun and exciting to race the clock, my desire and frustration driving me to the finish line. I completed my painting and was ready for my first patient on time. The paint was still drying when she arrived. And I was happy.
Wonderful, Jane - for me, I like it that the dad is partially out of the frame - brings attention to the girl and their connection...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jake! And I see what you mean. I appreciate your artistic photographer's eye.
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