Miranda

This sketch took me about forty five minutes. Spent most of that time on the damn hands, ha! This piece makes me want to get better at shadowing, and using light-play to create shape...that is: using a shadow to show the curve of a cheek, instead of a line to indicate a dimple...or shadow to reveal a fold in a shirt as opposed to drawing a line to indicate a fold. I used both of these methods in this particular doodle, and, had it been a color piece, I'd have explored more: the technique of lineless art...but frankly the idea frightens me. I'll get there eventually.

Anyway I'm actually pretty happy with this piece.
I feel like looking at her face you can tell she's sixteen...
Apprehensive, skeptical, aloof and somehow sexy...haha she thinks she's a woman but she's not, she's still just a girl.

I skipped that phase...I was never nubile and beautiful, or a blooming flower. I was a nerd and a weirdo and had no status quo whatsoever. I read books, not magazines...I played video games, and not boys. (though even if I wanted to they wanted nothing to do with me.) I hung out with my parents, and not the cool kids... And I had a blast. High school was fun mostly because I just didn't care what people thought of me.

But Miranda here? She cares. But she doesn't want to. She'll let go eventually.