You know that art exercise where you look at a painting of someone dubbed “old master” and you’re supposed to copy this painting/drawing as closely as possible? I would be crap at that. I’d rather look, look some more, try and figure out why and how and then try and see what bits I can incorporate into my own drawing skills. To me, the process is just as important and for fuck sake, just making a copy of the end result means the valuable thing, the real learning proicess in why nad how, means jack shit. And that’s not fair to anyone. Drawing like something you would have drawn, that’s the thing that matters because there is no-one else of you out there. And there areat the very least five thousand trying to be Alphonse Mucha.
This is me trying to learn the most basic stipple, crosshatch and line-work from Mervyn Peake.