Donkeys, Day 11
The scanner cut off all the edges on this one, including the donkey's hooves; my paper is too large. But the hour is late and I don't want to photograph it.
So. Since I disliked yesterday's donkey so much, what did I decide to do today's in? Pastels, a medium which you all now know I'm not at all comfortable with. Yeah, glutton for punishment.
Julien and I were talking last night about how difficult it is to post things I am unhappy with. With a few of these donkeys, I've wanted nothing more than to chuck them in the trash, but I've gone ahead and shared anyway. That is part of the challenge: getting over myself a bit. And as I explained to J, even if I don't much care for the finished illustration, it is the experimenting, the working through something new and thus-far unthought of, that is more important to me right now than a pretty or well-executed work of art.
As I've read somewhere else, it is process not product.
Bright Donkey, oil pastels and pencil
So. Since I disliked yesterday's donkey so much, what did I decide to do today's in? Pastels, a medium which you all now know I'm not at all comfortable with. Yeah, glutton for punishment.
Julien and I were talking last night about how difficult it is to post things I am unhappy with. With a few of these donkeys, I've wanted nothing more than to chuck them in the trash, but I've gone ahead and shared anyway. That is part of the challenge: getting over myself a bit. And as I explained to J, even if I don't much care for the finished illustration, it is the experimenting, the working through something new and thus-far unthought of, that is more important to me right now than a pretty or well-executed work of art.
As I've read somewhere else, it is process not product.
Bright Donkey, oil pastels and pencil