A thanksgiving turkey doodle I did quick to thank a friend for letting me create at his studio for a day.
The Drawing Project
One of the aprons I sewed for family members for xmas last month.
20 mins, graphite on 140# cold press watercolor paper
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy . (Taken with instagram)
My precious boy (Taken with instagram)
A good day to line dry Marco’s cloth diapers. (Taken with instagram)
John & Abby (Taken with instagram)
Taken with instagram
It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.
My younger brother gave figure drawing a try when I was visiting Austin. He had never been before, and I think he did great for it being his first time drawing from a live model. I thought he would want to leave after the first 20 minute pose, but he liked the challenge, and we stayed 2 1/2 hours. He says he’d like to go again the next time we’re both visiting Austin. Yay!
