Painting live models has been fun. Most of the time, though, I just can't figure out what shape I am seeing. I stand with a confused look on my face for what seems like several minutes. You know the look. Mouth open, eyes squinting, brush in one hand trying to mime the strokes. I usually mumble to myself while I am doing this and shake my head in disgust. At the end, I either ignore that part of the painting, make it up or I get an "aha" moment. These studies were a little bit of both.
In the top piece, the model was sitting with his knee tucked under him. It was foreshortened. I left it alone. I, also, didn't do much to describe his hands.
The other piece, I got too indecisive about small things. I wouldn't commit myself to my drawing nor to the shadow and light.
Still a great paint day.
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