Back to love. This image, posted here in another form a couple years ago, warms the cockles of my ventricles because it's a representation of Flatso, the stuffed bear that has belonged to my younger daughter since she was 6 months old. And the little girl throwing herself on Flatso is, of course, that girl, at about age 3, when she was deliciously, irresistibly cuddly. When I see this image, even though I rendered it, I melt. Sue me.
Tuesday, August 07, 2012
A Retread — Just Because
I'll admit it. Sometimes I'm in love with my own drawings. Art school also taught me to be in-hate with my own drawings. This has its uses. You sketchpeople understand this. Being in love with your work doesn't help you get better, though it's kind of mentally healthy, I think.
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2 comments:
Adorable. Glorious works of art come out of all of us now and again, but it's the doodles and sketchbook pages like this that show our true love and happiness.
I like this a bunch. If you become a children's book illustrator, invest in a really good flack jacket, considering recent news events :-)
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