"In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing." - Vincent Van Gogh
fun fact: I drew those legs a thousand times; I scanned the thing, then realized I still didn’t like the legs, drew them again, scanned the thing again, still didn’t like the legs, so I put the new legs on the old drawing.
I’m on a Van Gogh kick, these days (…who am I kidding? I’m always on a Van Gogh kick). All of a sudden, the other night, I had the urge to try and paint a portrait of Brian Wilson through Vincent’s eyes.
I made it on my graphic tablet - but one day, one day I might try oil on canvas.
When I was 13, during middle school, our art teacher asked us to draw our hand by copying the one we weren’t using to work. I remember my wonder (and, honestly, real shock) when I noticed how I had managed to draw a perfectly respectable copy of my left hand, out of the blue, without even trying hard. What a beautiful feeling it was.
Those first sketches were even better than this one. I just wanted to check if I still could do it. I gave up drawing the second hand because I didn’t like the angle.
I sent this drawing to Michael. My friend and I sent it together with a long and silly letter (but we don’t talk about that). When we got our answer back, his secretary told me he was “very pleased with the excellent drawing of him”. I wonder where it is now.