I'm stuck- torn between directions for my work to take. Instead of agonising about it or "tackling it" which sounds a bit aggressive for a friday I'm doing the artistic equivalent of sticking my fingers in my ears and singing la la la at the top of my voice.
But it's working. When I was at school I used to spend a lot of time drawing my favourite pop stars from magazines and so it feels like quite a nostalgic activity to look for photos of movie stars and fill my sketchbooks with them. It's like meditating. When I paint commission portraits, more often than not I trace the outlines to save a sudden realisation that eyes are too far apart when it's too late. So it's liberating to draw freehand and have no pressure to make the draiwng look like the subject.
In the process I'm definitely getting used to drawing faces which don't look like me. I had a real problem when I was painting nudes in that as I went along with painting, the face would gradually morph into mine. The lips especially. Tiny little changes in every layer of paint and the lip shape would be mine. I'd look back over photos I took of every layer and watch as I appeared.
When I've done a few more I'm going to pick out some of my discarded nudes and see what happens.
Then I'll work out what's going to happen on these blank canvases...
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