To finally wrap up my month of portrait practice, here’s an homage to my father’s mother Dorothy Greenough, who was a skilled portrait artist. I grew up surrounded by her work, and she was my first art teacher. Even as a small child, she never let me rest with self-satisfaction, but always asked what I could try to make the drawing even better in some small way.
I don’t have many photos of Dottie, but here she is at home in Providence, and that’s two of my siblings on the mantelpiece.
another evening in a pub after a long meeting, no studio time so you get a glorified sketch.
I don’t draw people from observation much. Though I was looking at specific people as I drew this, I wouldn’t call them portraits, I’m not good enough at making likenesses. But I find it informative to observe details that can later take shape in imagination.