I saw lots of people this weekend---people in meetings, in bars, in restaurants, in museums. I drew many of them. I drew strangers and I drew three of my daughter's friends, too. I gave those drawings away, so you'll just have to take my word for it that they were masterpieces of the highest order. *crosses fingers behind back*
Yes, I was a drawing fool this weekend and one thing I remembered in the process was this: I don't much like drawing with pen. Drawing with pencil is like sculpting with clay---you can pinch and pull and add and subtract and poke and tweak and smudge and soften and crispen. Pencil marks are very sensuous. With the type of pen I used here the marks are stacatto and point blank. They don't give or budge. I know that other types of pens and other artists produce different results. I know that. But I, apparently, am a pencil person.
Last, there's a sketch for my 101 Faces project, after a painting I saw Saturday in the National Museum of Women in the Arts. I loved the forthrightness of the subject's gaze. It's called 'Portrait of an Unknown Sitter,' by Adélaide LaBille-Guiard, French 1749-1803.