For starters, I went to working on plain fabric, sealed.
It still balls up, sigh.
Tried using a hard, sharp pencil.
Holy Cow!
Never Again.
Went back to my dark one.
Worked TOO well.
Sigh.
Look. Sigh. Cry with me.
Just kidding. I'm not crying. I'm laughing at myself, heartily. Enthusiastically. Maniacally. I'm over-tired.
Here you go:
Ghost Sketch One
Ghost Sketch Two
Frying Pan To Fire - YIKES!
Having My Doubts
Beginning Light Base
Beginning Shading
Deepening Shading
Lightening It Up With A Little Pink
Touches of Highlight
Stopping Here For The Night
This is what happens when I lose my patience and say to hell with the delicate touch and go after it hammer and tongs for a while because this one ain't never gonna be okay anyhow. Venting is good for a person. Maybe not so great for a pastel portrait, but surely good for expressing frustration as a result of having used a rough low thread-count fabric.
LET IT BE A LESSON TO ME
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