The weather
in western Germany
hasn’t been nice during those past weeks, or at least not reliable with some
heavy thunderstorms. I have to admit that I like it. I like thunder, lightning,
rain. Especially, when I am at home, snugly, with a blanket and some tea.
For ages I
wanted to rediscover an old hobby of mine: drawing. When I was at school I
often used pencils
to draw portraits.
I have to say, that I almost never drew from scratch, but copied photographs.
I have to say, that I almost never drew from scratch, but copied photographs.
I like the
concentration that lies in her whole posture and the melancholy expressed by
her eyes.
A tricky
thing when you begin to draw a portrait is always proportions. First of all I
try to sketch the whole head in very fine lines to decide where the nose has to
be, how big it is compared to the mouth, etc. you know what I mean. In the fist
picture you can see those lines if you look closely. I loved the drawing of the
hands. It was not particularly easy, but the good thing if you are copying
black and white portraits is, you just have to draw what is ACTUALLY THERE. Now,
that might sound easier, than it is, but it is, in fact, easy. So if you apply
line by line, hands appear out of nowhere. It was great fun.
The nose gave me some trouble, I made it too long. The eyes are still a weak point of the portrait and I am still not satisfied by it. Worst part is the hair. I was impatient and it is not easy to draw it, so I rushed over it.
Nonetheless,
it was great fun and I hope to have more time for practicing my drawing skills
in the next months. (Maybe even the next week, as I am doing a one-woman-travel-experience
to Berlin ,
wohoooo! Tons of people to meet, though, so cross your fingers that I will find
some time.)
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