Carried away

I probably went a little too far, too soon on this face today, but it is close to what I'm looking for. I think. Her hair is a little big, though.

 

Two new ones

'Yes, I'm actually starting two paintings. At once. It'll probably take me a year to get them done. Shall we take bets?

 These are the life size scans I'm using to transfer the images to canvas. I'm so lazy. In the past, I would have gridded the whole thing out and transferred the drawing square by square. I let Photoshop do the the walking on this one. This is a real size version of the thumbnail in my sketchbook.

     When my beautiful son, who is right now setting sail on the path of his dream, was a youngster, we shared a bathroom. So every morning before school, we had a moment at the mirror. Now that he is off and running, those moments are becoming more precious. 

This one will be a bit of a repeat, because I loaned this painting out and probably won't get it back. So, I'm going to do it again, but take the opportunity to re-work the faces and colors. Again, I am grateful to Photoshop, because I'd just as soon not have to figure out all of the perspective again.

 

IF: Dream

  Dreams have always been a source of inspiration and pleasure for me. I've kept dream journals for much of my life, and many of my images are directly derived from them, When my son was just beginning to talk, I would ask him about his dreams when we woke up every morning. For a long time, he didn't have an answer. But one day, he offered up that he had dreamed about his toy trains, which were a big hit in our house at the time. I'm glad for this opportunity to relive this lovely memory with my contribution to Illustration Friday's topic of the week, Dream. The title of this one is Dreamer in Training.
     I am also glad for the chance to show it again, because I recently corrected a minor mistake in perspective in this piece. It was a small error, but it has always bothered me. So here it is in its new and improved form.
  

Pawn Shop Guitar

This girl has enough to make her happy.

When I was 12, I bought a guitar at a pawn shop for $18. I was totally in love with it, and as soon as I woke up the next morning, I grabbed it and started tuning it. My mother, who has a gift for photography, took my picture, and it looks like this. I can't take an ounce of credit for this composition, but the painting is mine, even though it is in a completly different style than usual.