I’m an admitted perfectionist. Who knows how much of it is just that- perfectionism– or how much can be attributed to my OCD. My best friend said I’m my own worst critic. (Probably true of most artists…)
And my best friend is who commissioned me for this project. She bought all my art supplies for said project. I want it to be right. I want it to be perfect…especially since she plans on hanging it in her house, where I’ll have to look at it.
What she wants is two separate drawings of a man and a woman reaching for one another with longing. She plans to put them on two sides of a wall. I suck at drawing men anyway, and I’m out of practice in general because my drawing has taken a backseat to my writing and family, so I started with the woman. I have drawn up four similar yet different sketches (one I abandoned outright due to proportion problems I discovered after it was already outlined in pen) . I pretty much mostly hate them all. She likes them, of course, and especially like ones in particular ( one of the ones I didn’t care for.)
So I went back to the one she liked best and I worked on it some more. For one thing, the head was too big, out of proportion. Now the head fits better but the damn hair is all wrong, and the pencil is too heavy to fix it without making a mess…
I’ll probably do a few more just until I am appeased…and no doubt, she’ll still want the one she wants now. Damn, I don’t know which one of us is more stubborn.
Sorry the quality of the pix aren’t great, but you get the idea… Endless frustration.
Any constructive opinions are welcomed…