Two final faces from portrait-drawing class. I can’t carry my drawings back to Canada with me, so yesterday I took photographs of them and then had rather too much fun tearing the majority into pieces to be thrown away. Destruction can be fun.
How it goes
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WHEN I CAN FINALLY DETECT MY PROTEIN ON A WESTERN
One of the pocket-sized postcards I drew while in Buenos Aires. Though I hadn’t planned to, it was sort of nice visiting there on my own. I sat drawing in cafés for hours without holding back anyone’s travel plans, buying pastries and delicious Argentinean coffee to keep me company.