bemusing musings of a bewildered brush-wielder

swing and a miss

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My beautiful little boy, Quinn, was laying on my lap. He is so alert now, he is constantly moving and absorbing everything. I pulled out my little pocket sketch book, and began to draw.

His quizzical eyes, his rapidly moving head, his mess of blonde hair. That particular turn of his nose. My pencil moved rapidly. Three minutes in, I looked down at my drawing, and was astonished by what I beheld. The worst, most horrific, terrible, inaccurate, awful sketch I’d ever seen. I mean, come on, let’s be honest, this drawing looks like Napoleon suffering from dementia.

Do you honestly need another reason to read this blog? I mean, other artists would have you believe that they speak seventeen languages, and that every time they get up to bat, they hit a home run. Not only did I not hit a homer, I didn’t hit the ball. But to my credit, I always swing really, really hard.

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4 responses

  1. Anonymous

    You are right….but you hit a homer with the real little Quinn. How about…you now have first, second and third base. Do I hear a pitcher?

    September 16, 2012 at 12:18 am

  2. Anonymous

    I per parlare diciotto lingue, in possesso di un dottorato in fisica nucleare e tutti i miei disegni di bambini assomigliano Botticellis! – Contessa Pintchickens

    September 16, 2012 at 12:48 pm

  3. Anonymous

    age progression

    September 17, 2012 at 2:02 pm

  4. Anonymous

    I’m not sure why you “struck out” so quickly with this one.
    You were quick to label it after 3 minutes of sketching. You tried to capture his movement–this is seen by the lines you repeated covering different angles of the head. I would give this one another try.

    September 18, 2012 at 12:09 pm

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