Sunday, September 11, 2011

Whiskers, finished


I decided I like the sumi style of this piece too much to actually go in and do much more to it. I fixed it, dragged lines of black chalk pastel over my charcoal, and very gently touched in the eyes and lips. And it feels done, so I'm going to leave it like this until it tells me otherwise.

(Inclusion of my fishie windsock on the corner is pure, excellent coincidence.)

Saturday, September 10, 2011



Cats have obscenely long whiskers. Have you ever noticed? They overhang their petite faces like structurally unsound, delicately balanced see-saws.

One of the cats I live with was recently hovering over me, drooling, (as she's wont to do), and I got taken by the absurdity of these insanely thin long THINGS that sprout from her face. So I shoved her off me and picked up my charcoal.

I want to keep this piece simple, but still work into it somehow. I'm thinking about picking a single color, probably in watercolor, and working it in in shades. Or I might just define the lines in ink- not entirely sure yet.

EDIT: Oh hey, I just realized it's Caturday. Unintentionally appropriate art is!