Monday, February 01, 2016

Sketchbook


Stan the Man, a.k.a, my dad. Everytime I'm up at his place, I try to draw him. However, it never comes out the way I want it to be. I think I'm pressured to get it right, to make it look like him, and because of that, it goes off the rails.
I know it sounds obvious, but at the beginning of this drawing, when I was drawing his eye, I actually saw a bit of me in those small markings. First time that happened.




 Subway people and a Dodge van.

More subway people.