NIcer out in the mornings. Went for a walk with Peaches at seven. Not bad. Ridiculous heat in LA—113!. Deena called and said she woke up in a puddle of sweat. She has no AC.
Working on the final scenes for the next installment of Graphic Cinema. Decided to go with this witch:
It was a hard call. Many liked this one as well:
And, although no one picked this one, I kind of liked her gonzo native intelligence:
Even though I've picked the bruja, I'm still working on more. Here's an odd one I noodled two days ago:
Head's too big but, as they say, a good drawing should be like handwriting. You should be able to tell who drew it by the distortion. This is the problem with using tracing paper and opaque projectors. You may be getting better anatomical proportions, but it so often results in art that looks dead, or machine-like, which, in fact it is.
"Draw what you see, not what you think you see."
—Old Vaquero Artist Saying
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