Self portraits are maddening. And interesting. And fascinating. And kinda fun.
I spent a few days working on this one, and I think I’d like to do more. It’s my nose, dammit. I have such a hard time getting it right. And there’s too much chalk on the paper. It’s like I circle around and around until I find the right color/value/shade.
Maybe the next one won’t be so difficult.
Marie in Blue, 8×8″ pastel on paper by Marie Marfia
Today’s assignment was a self-portrait. I have been reading an oldie but goodie, Doug Dawson‘s Capturing Light & Color with Pastel, and have fallen in love with his style of portraiture. I had a picture of me that I thought I’d practice with and I think I’ve done five different renderings so far. I stopped working on the last version after a reasonable looking charcoal drawing. It may be that by the time I get about 80 percent into it tomorrow, I’ll end up adding it to the reject pile.
This is how it goes when I’m trying to learn something new. I’ll struggle and struggle and struggle and then, eventually, hopefully, something will click and my hands and my brain will start talking to each other again. It’s frustrating but at least I know that if I keep at it I’ll have a break through sooner or later.
We’re at the same point now with selling our house. We’ve done all the cleaning, the fixing, the painting, the showing. All that’s left is for someone to make us an offer. I’m leaving it up to Steve to take on the negotiating role. I’m notoriously bad at poker. Unless I’m lucky, and then I’m unbeatable. But everyone says that.
It’s the same with pastels. Sometimes I’m lucky. What I’d like to be is consistent, though, and I know that just takes endless repetition. Still, I’m enjoying myself, so it’s not onerous, and at least with this one, I only have to please myself.