Went to the library and got another book on Van Gogh’s drawings plua a book on Lucian Freud which included some of his etchings. I didn’t know he’d done any etchings which shows my ignorance I suppose. But they are a beautiful, delicate mass of lines that convey the volume (slightly distorted if that’s the right word) of his subjects’ faces. Well, my attempt at a kind of cross-hatch husband is rather poor really. The lines are not working together very well, there’s not much finesse in them at all and as usual since I didn’t plan the drawing at all the beloved finds himself out of proportion to himself. If that makes any sense. Well, just look at his limbs. Anyway, another day, another drawing. We soldier on!
Pencil on paper