See how my pencil drawing evolves;
Inside my art journal book, I drew this pencil study of a face using 2H pencil and then I colored it using mixed media, & with a dash of sparkle from Photoshop.
I've been taking an online fabulous & highly recommended fun art class through Art teacher Suzi Blu (I just love her) called
Here is my today's assignment of a face I just finished. I'm learning how to draw a nicer nose, lips, & eyes too. Mostly because it has been years for me to practice using an old fashioned drawing pencil. This assignment called for a sexy look. Well, I'm still learning & practicing.
I dedicate the last piece to Suzi Blu
It is called "The Messenger"
... all about a little bird she found on her back porch.
Messenger
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird —
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
Poem by Mary Oliver
~ Art by Laurie Jess ~
Messenger
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird —
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird —
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
Poem by Mary Oliver
~ Art by Laurie Jess ~
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
Poem by Mary Oliver
~ Art by Laurie Jess ~
Wow, that really comes to life once you color it and I like the skin color, looks real!
ReplyDeleteYou are a wonderful artist Laurie!
Thank You Anonymous one & very kind of you to leave me feedback.
ReplyDeleteFabulosa. Me fascina la composicion
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