My son has a delicacy and charm to his features that I wholly fail to represent here.
Like all growing children, his head is completely out of proportion – a great big bonce surmounts an undersized face, large eyes but a jaw too small for his tombstone gnashers. I typically miss this and make him look too grown up with coarse features.
What I did like about this sketch was that it shows him folded up, typical of him when he is reading. That is true to life.
If he spots me drawing him, he pulls faces.
If I could capture his expressions as he attempts to sabotage my drawing I would be happy indeed.
I will keep trying.
The last sketch was done in a brief minute as he stood in the nest half way up the climbing apparatus in the park.