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This is a drawing of an old friends mut Rooster,what a crazy dog he was and sooo big and tall,loved him to bits.
I had his brother Louie from a later litter and he was wonderful,he used to sneek onto the school bus to follow me to school,it was cool cause I had to bring hium home too.
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Portrait of epicanthus finished. The reference photo is very good. It is very difficult to make a drawing with more the quality than the photo. Thanks Daria for letting me draw your photo.
just to show you what I've been up to. :)
I've been going for some open life drawing sessions to practice, down at Toronto School of Arts.
It's addictive.
Public Domain: Plantae selectae quarum imagines ad exemplaria naturalia Londini, in hortis curiosorum nutritamanu artificiosa doctaque pinxit Georgius Dionysiu
The old graveyard opposite my house. Pen & ink drawing.
'Regrets'.
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If I grow old, if I should be allowed
To live that long, shall I be glad one day
To ponder on the riches I have had?
And shall I smile, feeling my heart flush warm
Remembering the sparkling scented spring
And rosy ripened summer of before,
And dwell with loving thoughts on days of yore?
Or else, and this I fear, will I regret,
And look back sighing, full of grief and pain
On wasted days that trickled into years
And fled away, never to come again?
Will I look back with weary age-blurred eyes
That once were bright and amorous and clear
On unfulfilment rife, and failures bleak,
And mockeries of all that I held dear?
Shall I regret the loves that I denied
Which might have blossomed, had I only tried,
And nurtured them, by watering the seed
Instead of hurrying away in fear?
And shall I find, too late, my spoils are poor
Because I didn't dare to strive for more?
Shall I be forced to contemplate in shame
The chances lost for which I bear the blame
And know there's nothing left to linger on
Nothing to tell of me when I am gone .
No worthwhile poem nor a snatch of song
No splash of colour on this world's sad grey
But all my dreams and visions fled away.
And all my life just nothing more, alas,
Than canvases left virgin blank and white
And lines of poems that I meant to write;
The loves that might have been that I let pass;
The kindnesses unspent, now all forlorn,
And much-loved children never to be born.
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Copyright Kate Underwood 2008.
sketchbook drawing from a drawing course which took us to a variety of places with people - here in the museum of the Royal College of surgeons, some of the people were dead.
Originally a charcoal pencil drawing, then mixed media coloured and finally a digital manip back to mono.
This drawing is for all the fans out there of the Jonas Brothers. I did this early 2008, so it's fairly old now. I reckon I could have shaded it alot more, like in their faces, but oh well. I thought it looked good at the time, so I'm not editing it any more.
Please comment if you like any of my photos, or drawings, or if it needs improvement, for I like constructive critism. It's how everyone learns.
My gosh! 800 views?! This is like 700 views ahead of my second most popular picture!