Still exploring with charcoals. The upper left side is evidence of my inability to contain this particular charcoal. It doesn't take much to push it away. If I burp I'll lose a full value.
My good friend Casey. She looks drowsy because she hadn't self medicated with diet coke yet ;)
Still haven't found my groove with charcoal and canson paper. Right now I feel like a gimpy kindergartner who can't seem to finish the arts and crafts hour without mess covering himself from head to toe. I remember having this out of body experience with this drawing. I seemed to be yelling at my hand, "A constant stream of "pile" is flowing from your finger tips! What are you doing?" But my hand would not obey.
I'm happy with this one. I'm realizing that the more I draw the more screwed up my drawings get. I had a clear idea of what I wanted before I started and I think that is why this one worked for me. All the others feel eager and sloppy to me.
Trying some things and going more graphic here.