Found him sitting on a wall in the park where I go for a jog since pandemic started. Was so mesmerised by this magnificent beast. I couldn’t stop staring at him every morning. The contrast between the white fur and black skin. So shiny yet so peacefully he sat doing his job.
Pastel pencil study of the intertwined hands of the Ambrogio Borghi sculpture, Chioma di Berenice. Faber Castell pastel pencils, Black and White Generals charcoal pencils on 9” x 12” Strathmore Toned Grey sketchbook paper.
This is my second version of this drawing. If anyone has an opinion on which version they like better, I would love to hear it. (Sorry, you have to go back several pages of my uploads to see it.)
I genuinely can't believe it's already March (I also can't believe it'll be a year since the pandemic really started). Yesterday also marked one year since I started journaling, which isn't an actual major thing, but still. How quickly time flies and how big of a difference a year can make. "And when it rains, the rain falls down Washing out the cattle town But she's quite safe up far away in her eiderdown And she dreams of crystal streams Of days gone by when we would lean Laughing, fit to burst, on each other."
Hello, my name is Melissa Scheu, 
