The black-clad wine-sippers, berets both imaginary and real, read deep meaning into the artist's representation of footless subjects. A bathrobe-clad hausfrau, feet submerged in mud. An old man in a three-piece suit, rooted in the ocean. Three red-faced kids, all six feet buried in snow. A military man and his bayonet, ankle-deep in freshly-killed enemies.
"No, what he's saying is we're paralyzed by situations of our own creation," a man in a white scarf says in a monotone to his companion.
"No, what I'm saying is I can't draw feet," the artist, perched by the cheese, whispers to the Camembert.
fresh-baked at 11:07 PMAnd yeah, that was intended as a kind of "I'm still watching you" message. Freaks you out, doesn't it?
Offered by: Pete on October 14, 2009 4:30 PMIf only he knew - drawing feet isn't that hard at all. It's just a case of a curve for the heel, one for the instep, one big toe and four increasingly smaller ones beside it, some lines for the creases in the skin around the knuckles, then a bit of shading to demonstrate the desired roughness of the skin surface, some smoother shading for the areas of the skin that are in shadow, some toenails and stray hairs and that's it. Quite straightforward, really.
Offered by: Pete on October 14, 2009 4:29 PM
