So, today was a pretty bad writing day. Lost all motivation, direction, and really... any moxy to go and get 'em. So I ditched the Inner Writer, and swung by the Inner Artist, and asked, "Hey, wanna come out and play?"
I have TWO more sketches for the day. Go me.
Upon reflection, after years of being out of practice, jumping straight into doing a real life person sketch was probably not the best idea.
First, I thought the hair would kill me. Turns out, however, loose clothing with lots of folds is much deadlier. I know the face is all off, but I actually kind of like it.
I moved on to safer, more familiar objects.
I... may have a few sketchbooks tucked away somewhere full of horses. >_>
And... I think I really need to get an eraser. :-P
ETA: ...I have more.
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