Saturday, February 13, 2010
I'm flitting between cat portraits and a watercolour. The change of medium and subject makes a nice break in concentration.
I haven't drawn many detailed tabby cats and forget just how much detail is in their fur. All that ticking makes me a little cross eyed after working on it for any length of time. But its coming together, as long as my pencil sharpener holds out. To create realism in fur, a very sharp point is required and my coloured pencils are sharpened frequently.
I never understand why some people are so reluctant to sharpen pencils. Its as if the act uses needlessly some horribly expensive commodity. I'm not a person to deliberately waste materials, but when they are needed to produce a piece and, in the case of coloured pencils, pretty inexpensive to replace, why not sharpen and have the best instrument at your fingertips?
Here's Lucky, with what I interpret as a look that could only say 'It wasn't me who broke it.'