MY KID DRAWS ME

Doggone it! Here I am, a working artist, and my kid draws better than I do!!!!! Oops, I should have said "drew" because these sketches were made years ago when my daughter was in Junior High. We'd pay an after school visit to Carl Jr.'s. and would take turns drawing each other while eating burgers.

Haw! Look how carefully drawn the beard stubble (above) is.  My kid was certain that the secret to drawing me was to draw the five o'clock shadow first. Get that right and everything else just falls into place. She took endless pains to perfect it then whipped out the rest of the drawing fast, almost as an afterthought.

Here (above) she draws me eating a burger. My stubby turnip fingers deliver the big wafer up to my massive head where it's masticated by a tiny mouth. Fleeing the carnage, every crumb that can make it to the lip takes a suicidal plunge into the ether.

 

And here she does the back of my head, highlighting the thin wispy neck hairs under the hairline. I've posted this before but I can't resist doing it again.

When she wasn't drawing me I drew my kid (above), except she changed poses constantly to make it hard for me.

That was because she believed that posing for a picture was phony. I had to be fast to get anything at all.

Here she is near the point where she'd just woken up to go to school. When she realized I was drawing she kicked me out of the room.

How do you like those hand poses? If I had a more willing subject I could have gone down in history as the artist who captured the very first moment of wakefulness. The first! Imagine that! I'd have owned that action forever and ever!