Inner Critic

Inner Critic
Study for Self Portrait

Yarka Russian Sauce Classic Drawing Crayons

Canson Paper
9x12



Alanis Morisette was the music choice of the day. I respect Alanis tremendously. She just kind of puts it out there not caring if it is ugly or unladylike. She doesn't answer the booty call of our pop culture. You know when she is ticked. You know when she is in love. You know how to take her because there is no hidden agenda in her music. She just is. I like those kinds of people. There are far too few of those out there.

Another Self Portrait. I took a picture of the side of my face with the camera using the window as a light source. I loved the way the light hit the eyes and washed them out. I have a few ideas strolling about my brain on how to use this view of myself in my real self portrait. I may have something like this whispering in my own ear. I am going to have to figure out the lighting and where the placement of the main figure will be. I didn't draw myself nearly as old in this picture. I don't know if it is because I don't feel as old today, or if it is because this angle suites me better.


I love these crayons. They feel like charcoal. They are messy and its fun to just scribble your heart out on this paper. If you have $6 to spare, they are worth it. They are more fun broken than they are whole, so don't sweat it if you drop one. I used the sides, the jagged edges, the tiny pieces and the whole crayon and got the dust up my noes and in my eyes. I will probably dig the stuff out of my ears. Here is a helpful tip: Don't Blow on the paper!

I ruined the previous canvas. I made an attempt to add color and I completely over worked the bugger to the point that I just wanted to run over it with a vehicle in the mud after a weeks worth of rain. It is just as well. I learned a lot about the opacity of the paint. I learned a lot about rushing. I learned a lot about my own sense of frustration. I also learned that I can be quite creative when thinking about the many different ways one can destroy a painting.

It is all a work in progress. Life is a work in progress. Some things are worth repeating, only this time doing it right. Some things are a one time experience that you dare not repeat, but you like to talk about a lot. Then there are those other things you never tell a soul..