Ross 2

Ross 1 and Ross Version 2

The other day I showed you a portrait sketch I did of my son. I did it very fast yet I felt I had captured the nature of my son. My wife did not agree. She said she agreed it looked like him but was not just right. Yesterday I did this one. Again I worked fast; I try so hard to capture what I feel. This time I thought I would attempt to lighten it. I also tried to take account of the criticism made by his mother.


When she arrived home from work I had both sitting side by side. “You were right,” she said, “the first one does capture him better.”

Why did I use it on today’s blog? Firstly I thought I would like to see what you thought. More importantly here is a serious thinking man who throughout his life has faced adversity with humour. He was very like the student in the story.

At an early age in life he lost an eye and had a glass one fitted. One day his teacher had been, in his opinion, rather harsh on him. Later he asked permission to go to the toilet. On return to the class he was carrying his eye. “Miss, my eye came out and I cannot get it back in,” as he placed it on her desk.

The teacher told me this story later. She said she felt well fitted up, and thought twice about when to give him a talking to. I am sure all the teachers can tell similar tales.

Another thought. My son always jokingly assures me he will make sure he gets me a good retirement home. He makes me laugh and he is a great pal.



Painted using a white pastel only on a sheet of black pastel board: painted in 30 minutes.

This blog is linked to my other where I include this artwork:-  Old Age Brings its Laughs

Ross

Ross

The other day I told you of my first meeting with my daughter. On today’s blog I spoke of what might have easily been the last day of my son and I. I have had many such scrapes in life but this one I remember vividly. Ross and I have done many foolhardy things together and have had the odd scary moment. This day I speak of must rank high on that list.


I am a very fortunate person in the children I have and the relationship we have together. There is no doubt shared moment as this is a very bonding experience.

Yesterday I shared my 25 minute tiger. Today I share another fast sketch done on the spur. Again I had left the pastels and paper to the ready just in case I felt the urge. This took a bit longer that the tiger. I think this one might have taken nearer forty minutes.

Painted using black pastel board and one white pastel.

I apologise the picture is a shade darker than the original. I do not have access to the original just this picture.

My son is a young man who thinks very deeply and analyses everything. Because of this I thought I had to capture a deep and serious mood. I would not say it is a wonderful portrait. It is recognisable. Still to hear his thoughts on it, if he reads this it will be his first sight of it.

Again the good thing is, as Jerry would say, I am alive and back painting.

Precious Treasures