There's a inkling that my cut obsession may be waining. They've become too easy to draw. The only way to learn to draw and get better is to draw something you can't or don't know how to draw. Here's Aya, 5"x7", watercolor on pencil.
And speaking of Aya - the pose is from Egon Schiele. And speaking of Egon - what artist would you want to be, whose skill would you want? DaVinci? Too much burden of greatness there. Michaelangelo? Too monumental. Rembrandt - colors too dark. Picasso? Not a very nice person really and I never understood cubism. VanGogh? I have enough self esteem issues to deal with. Nope, for me it's Egon (I know not the most unspoiled person) and has been since I started drawing a few years ago which is when I first saw his work on line. Only a happier Egon who lived to a ripe old age not the one who died at 28.
I have this fascination with line, and controlling it - that's why shading isn't really that important to me or anatomy either really or what I'm drawing. It just has to have really good convoluted lines in it. And odd color combinations. Egon's skin tones were filled with orange and rust and blue and gray, everything but a skin color. And I like how he took his figures out of the reality of the moment, without a background, without shading, with almost cartoon like faces, it becomes all about the line. I don't know if that's what it was for him, but it is for me. And OMG I'm missing the Oscars. I have to go now.
PS, I wasn't dismissing the greatness of those aforementioned artists, only trying for a Robin Williams history of dance sort of thing. And darn it but I missed the makeup artist awards.