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 just a kid. We'd pay an after school visit to Carl Jr.'s. and she and I would take turns drawing each other while eating burgers.
Here's (above) an excellent illustration of my kid's belief that the secret to drawing me is to draw the five o'clock shadow first. She took endless pains to get it right then whipped out the rest of the drawing fast, almost as an afterthought.
Here (above) she draws me eating my hamburger. My turnip fingers deliver the big wafer up to my massive head where it's masticated by my 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 neckhairs under the hairline. Yikes! Have I posted this drawing before? I can't remember.
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!
