It came as a sudden insight that drawing people is skill to be learned and developed. It is not magic … miracle or mystery. Until now my sketches of our own species have been haphazard at best. On holiday I have been studying a more structured approach. I have thought more about the anatomical structures under the skin and looked harder for how these affect the shadows and reflected light.
By and large, my models were my children. They are fairly tolerant but they do wriggle a lot. These first two of my daughter have all the right elements, eyes, nose, hair etc, but … they do not exactly look like the real person.
The lines on the top of the second sketch are of my son. Here are more. I have been accused of making him look like an ogre in the first sketch as he contorted his features squinting in the sun. He was folding himself up in a chair here.
Here are more beach pictures, including my daughter on the right.
Lastly, I started drawing a mundane view of the boulevard and sea behind but became captivated by the lady patiently awaiting custom, usually pre-teen girls who can persuade their parents to pay for them to have their hair painfully braided and beaded.
I wonder where these women have come from and how they are living while we are on holiday. I have seen similar enterprises around the Mediterranean and Canary Islands suggesting that this must surely be something like a direct selling franchise. How much of the money are they are able to keep? Is this a sustainable business model for them or, instead, is it they who are they the customers for a central trader selling beads, boards and passage to tourist destinations?