Dad Making Muscles
Here’s a recent drawing done in acrylic, with before and after shots. It’s a memory of my dad clowning around. When I draw from memory like this, it’s like attempting to take a snapshot of something that was never captured before. I don’t use reference of any kind. I’m just trying to tap into something that still resides in memory.
I like the earlier phase, and sometimes it’s difficult to determine if pushing it would ruin the freshness it seems to have. In this case, I’m not sure which I like better. Though there’s something fresh about the earlier phase, I almost always note that my earlier phases do not bring out the forms to the degree I usually desire.
