Me Too! Me Too!

Apparently, this is so much an epidemic that they had to make a tea towel out of it. Damn. My initiation was about three nights ago. In my defense, he was naked, yes, but standing on a dais in contrapposto in some marvellous light which really brought out the nice richness of his skin, with some fantastic Tyrian purple and terre vert drapery behind him, and holding a very yellow apple.
As Benedict would say, 'There's a double meaning in that.' Though, really, the thought of a bucknude Daniel Craig taking time out of his undoubtedly busy schedule to provide me with live reference is really, really a lovely thought, though I almost would rather Adrian Brody.
Don't hurt me, ladies. Really. Mr. Craig looks like a frog, but he has fantastically lovely malamute-pup eyes, and, yes, even my eyes went a little glazed when he minced out of the ocean in Casino Royale wearing a pair of barely-there skivs. Yes, I do own a libido, thankyouverymuchly. But still. Adrian Brody. Honestly. Tall and lean and brown-eyed, and cerebral-looking. Or Jason Isaacs.
*eyes glaze*
Oh, deep-fried calendula blossoms!
*slaps self*
Erb. I wanted to say something useful.
I'm working on the Lavertezzo painting again, as well as contemplating opting out of this whole grisaille business. It's not quite as intimidating as a full colour portrait, but it's a double portrait, and I've never painted an infant before.
Eli! Eli! Lama sabacthani!
Actually, it's not that bad. It doesn't merit crucifixion garment-tearing, or the heaping of ashes on my head. Speaking of which, I curtailed my hair. A bit. Makes me happy.
I did a little sketch, a couple evenings ago, with a little set of pastels I got myself as a shiner prize for being such a good girl, as well as a pack of about three hundred sheets of manila paper. There are two black pastels, a bistre, a terracotta (I wish they'd used sanguine instead), and white. I did a fun little sketch after Lucian Freud, a man's head, very fun expressive lines and funkeh shading. Big, amused eyes. I love the expression as it turned out, very cynical and bizarrely warm at the same time. I haven't drawn for a while with chalk, so it was entertaining.
I've been doing tons of faces, also, with pencil, ranging in detail from four-hour drawings to half-hour thumbnail sketches. Gettin' back in the groove. My next big mission is to figure out some cool art nouveau-esque border design for this Mucha copy I've just nearly finished. I have to wait till the lines are dry, though, again, because of the heavy use of copal medium to thin the paint. Buh. I'll post when she's finished. She's a gift for someone, so you can't see her yet.
Well, of course it's a she. Mucha--HELLO!
My toes have been freezing all day, but now they're wonderfully warm.
Also, the slice in my thumb has finally healed up, and I'm tentatively starting to play guitar again. God, I'm rubbish. My voice sounds fantastic, though. Swear I've lost a bit of range, though. My tones are improving, and I can project better. Probably all the yelling and cursing I've been doing at my paintings.
Buhhh.