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.
In my current art practice, I am exploring the subtitles of oil paints, particularly within the the realm of portraiture.
My focus is on the human face because that's what we all see everyday. It's there ripe for the picking.