Travelling the long and lesser known roads the other day I came across a wayfarer, a vagabond out on a journey of his own; a journey that I have no knowledge of as yet and I didn’t even manage to catch his name but his character was evidently strong and captivating from a simple glance.
This particular character will certainly require further exploration and re-drawing in more detail but for now, here he is –
Unfortunately the scan quality left a lot wanting in the image but I adjusted it as best I could in Photoshop and it serves a purpose for now until I reacquaint myself with this fellow and learn more about him and his story and in turn passing that knowledge forward.
It’s been six day since the last post in this series and it feels like an age; life has been a whole lot of hectic over this past week and is still continuing to dominate the greater proportion of my time presently. That being said I’ve been working again on sketches and I’m going to keep the momentum going.
I’ve started working up some thumbnails and small studies for another painting that I’ll be starting sometime this week with any joy; I’ll show the work for that in another post.
Good morning, it’s been a week since I decided to add this feature to my blog and here is the first proper post that I’ve published for it. Get your favourite blend at the ready and join me for a short stroll through the Morning Coffee!
The content this week is going to be a quote that has stuck with me for a long time, I heard it on an episode of ‘Lost’ of all places and I haven’t had any success verifying the truth of it; true or not though, it’s a nice piece of encouragement and sounds true enough.
Ludovico Buonarroti, Michelangelo’s father. He was a wealthy man. He had no understanding of the divinity in his son, so he beat him. No child of his was going to use his hands for a living.
So Michelangelo learned not to use his hands. Years later, a visiting Prince came into Michelangelo’s studio and found the master staring at a single 18-foot block of marble. Then he knew the rumours were true that Michelangelo had come in every day for the past four months, stared at the marble, and gone home for his supper.
So the Prince asked the obvious, “What are you doing?” And Michelangelo turned around and looked at him and whispered, “Sto lavorando”. (“I’m working.”)
Three years later, that block of marble was the Statue of David.