About a year ago my Dad's beard turned 40 years old and we threw it a party. This was for the card everybody signed.
All the men invited to the party were encouraged to grow their beards out as well and I've been too lazy to shave since. The other day my sister, who sees me on a fairly regular basis, said to me "Wait a second, you have a beard?" Either it looks so natural on my face as to be unnoticeable or my head has a reality distortion field that obscures my actual facial features. I'm going with the latter, since it also explains why my staff photo at work wound up looking so terrible.
This is a watercolor painting I made as an example for class, I think during my internship, based on a series of photos I took while vacationing. It's bathers at sundown along the Gulf shore on Marco Island.
I gave the painting as a gift to my mother and it hung in her office at Western Michigan University until her retirement. Now that she lives most of the year in Florida she can pretty much see this kind of scene whenever she wants to, but for a while at least it was a nice reminder of what laid ahead of her as she read essays, entered grades, and met with complaining students.
This is another version of that shoe drawing from the other day, this one using stippling instead of cross hatching. I probably should have picked something more special for my 200th blog post, but whatever. I guess it's a pretty cool pair of shoes, right?
This is an old drawing I dug out recently as an example for class because we were doing hatching and cross hatching, and because most of the students are obsessed with shoes. Granted, they're obsessed with the latest limited edition Jordans rather than my beat up Chuck Taylors, but they're both technically basketball shoes, right?
I did an activity in class to show the basic rules for facial proportions, but since the dimensions are basically the same for male or female faces my initial stab at it wound up being an androgynous freakazoid. This was an attempt to redeem things with someone whose chromosomes are paired up into a discernible gender.
