I’m nervous. A week of practice and, still nervous. Ten minutes to draw a stranger sitting three feet in front of me. Eleven strangers. One hundred and ten minutes.
Tomorrow I’ll be attending a big, live portrait event. A few hundred fellow artists will be creating 11 portraits, with 10 minutes allotted per sketch. The directive is to go big and bold. Unfortunately, that leaves my fountain pens capped.
Putting fountain pens away for the day, relying on fat markers and brush pens
Maybe it’s a good restriction. Restrictions can bring out our best creative thinking. I can’t fuss around. Can’t over think. At least that’s what I am trying to tell myself.
Back to practicing. I’ll be sure to post the results.