The finals weeks of a semester are always hectic, but I can't remember being so tired by the end like I was yesterday. Out of the chaos of the last two weeks came a strange little thing I'm currently calling my Finals Mascot. I had planned my final drawing for Head Hands and Feet to be a funny nod to the "Head Hands and Bears" joke our class had early in the semester. This is what it became:
The face, hands, and feet are all mine, just exaggerated.
After lightly outlining everything to make sure I got what I wanted on the page, I started roughing in the values of the face. That's when I pretty much lost control of the outcome. I didn't have the eyes or the eyebrows drawn in, so when I sat back to make sure I had the basic values I wanted down, I had that face staring at me. Unnerved, I decided to try to ignore it and work on the rest of the body. The reference photo I'd pieced together wasn't great so I tried to draw my own hands from life while making them look fatter. About half way through I considered leaving it and starting a new drawing. I decided to keep working at it mostly because it made me laugh, but partly because I really didn't want to start another drawing. It was definitely worth that brief moment of silence when I put it up for critique followed by variations of "That's really, really creepy."
So much for "A face only a mother could love."