I drew this on my way home from work one day this spring. I have never boasted about my draftsmanship, nor will I. The bus was bumpy and my hand is always shaky, but I think this drawing has a lot of character.
Six sixth graders and I started this painting yesterday.
The music concert at my school is based around civil rights this spring, so of course the art club is helping by creating big paintings to be hung in the auditorium during the concert. Here's the first day on the first painting.
What can I say, I love making hands out of plaster. I can't explain it. It's not high art by any means, but there is something in it that is quite satisfying for me.