So I have been trying to “tune my instrument” with a bit more regularity. I decided to use an old photograph as my inspiration, my mother and sister circa 1976. I ended up framing the drawing — not to hang really — but because I didn’t know what else to do with it and I didn’t necessarily want to leave it in my book to smudge. Even after a good spraying, the charcoal was still too pliable on the page; so to a frame (and to my mother’s) it went.
It’s funny how looking at it through this lame-o iphone photo it really shows where I spend most of my time and energy — my mother’s face. I didn’t realize just how washed out the baby was and that shirt/shoulder needs some real work. I guess I really should try to scan the original (for my own personal archives). I’m just glad I remembered how to use some charcoal.
Mother and Child, 14 x 11, charcoal on paper