So, yesterday, while cleaning my apartment and realizing how cold it was, the song "Summer Wind" came wafting into my head. Maybe that helped me feel warmer somehow, but I still felt the need to connect with "ole blue eyes" in some fashion. Here he is, yet, I cannot picture him without thinking of the imitation/tribute that Phil Hartman did on SNL years ago. I don't mind that version of Frank Sinatra as it makes me laugh.
After a few failed attempts at drawing other things, I decided that I needed to finish this one once and for all /scan and post it. I feel like I'm doing a lot of work with very little payoff these days. It's a little depressing.
This one is taking a bit longer than a normal sketch would. I'm trying to work in what I can, when I can. My eyes have been red and irritated lately. maybe staring too much at the computer is the issue. I tend not to blink when concentrating so, that might be the cause. I decided to ignore that and get some drawing done. I may be finished with this soon, and then, I'll post it. I may just not, draw up another one that I had my eye on and post that instead.
Jackie Robinson had quite a life worth reading a bit about, if you have the inclination.
I get these little pads of watercolor paper postcards at the grocery store. The paper is horrible, and doesn't take the paint well at all. Its too porous, so washes don't work well. But they are great for sending out little sketches like this.
I saw this in a local Chicago paper and loved this guys expression. I am thoroughly confused just as much as the man in the picture looks incredulous to the degree that I don't watch football. I simply cannot devote any brain time to the watching or dedication of any thinking space to football. I will, however, watch movies about football. I think I needed to spend more time on the look of utter disgust this man was displaying. Delightful. I loved this picture.