Getting a base layer down, tones, shadows, outlines. Worked on Neils hands, shirt, hair and a bit of Ben's face. It never fails, the living give me the most trouble in my drawings. Spirits seem to transfer quite nicely on the paper without too much correction.
This portrait makes me think of my own brother. Maybe that's why I chose Neil and Hank. Hank is like a second mother to me. (and many other people as well) She is always concerned for others and making them comfortable. I can't think of anytime I didn't feel like I was her family. I love that the photo she handed me after I asked if I could draw Neil was this one. Two brothers. Because a mother will always love her children. Forever. I hope to never know a mothers grief.
Grief is the price we pay for love
~ Queen Elizabeth II
Every night since I started this portrait, all I can see in my dreams is the water. I hear it, I smell it, I see it. Every night. I must know, is the creek in my dreams the one?
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