from across the great divide
Today in art class we were drawing faces from a model. She was redheaded and quite pretty, and I spent the first hour and the first drawing going quietly nuts because there was something odd in my picture. Then she moved to her second pose, which put her in profile to me, and perhaps five minutes into that drawing I twigged to what was going on: aside from the red hair, she looked freakishly like Victoria Metcalf.
Once I'd figured this out, the drawing came out quite well. Well enough, in fact, that despite the fact that it's newsprint and that I have no scanner, I brought it home, stuck it on my door, and took a picture. Here it is; feel free to tell me whether the Victoria resemblance is only a figment of my fevered brain.
Really, though, my brain is not fevered. My brain is quite good at the moment, and plans to rewrite my play about lesbians and ghosts, and then do yoga on the awesome new mat I bought the other day.
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Once I'd figured this out, the drawing came out quite well. Well enough, in fact, that despite the fact that it's newsprint and that I have no scanner, I brought it home, stuck it on my door, and took a picture. Here it is; feel free to tell me whether the Victoria resemblance is only a figment of my fevered brain.
Really, though, my brain is not fevered. My brain is quite good at the moment, and plans to rewrite my play about lesbians and ghosts, and then do yoga on the awesome new mat I bought the other day.
Originally posted at http://aria.dreamwidth.org/46056.html. If you'd prefer, please comment there using OpenID.