Little fat baby feet are adorable. Nothing is more heartwarming than the sound of pitter patter of running little feet on a wooden floor.
Feet are as intriguing as hands, and just as challenging to draw and paint. They come in all forms and sizes, fitting the personality of the person.
In the Scribble and Doodle Window of this week is a sketch I once did. This is a bird's eye view of some one's jeans and feet. In the car I did not have the room to view it from the the most advantageous angle, or put the model's feet in a certain position.
This forced me to expand my skill, which is good! Yesterday I doodled and scribbled the shadow patterns with a 2B, 3B, and a 6B graphite pencil. The version in the Scribble and Doodle Window was a further doodle in Photoshop!
Did you notice that I turned that drawing around? I don't know which view I like more.
What do you think?
The little saying next to the sketch says,
"Some paintings are born
of nothing -
others seem to
need a womb
to develop into
In the summer I walk around with bare feet in the house. Not outside, because of the critters and the hot pavement. Today feet are not anymore the only way of transportation, but in previous centuries the upkeep of feet were much more vital than now. Back then, hospitality was shown in the Middle East in washing the visitor's feet.
The (24 x 30 inch) painting tells the story of Mary, who broke an alabaster jar, poured the perfume on the feet of the guest of honor, and then dried his feet with her hair. The cost of the alabaster jar would be equivalent to a year's salary.
All kinds of little details of this story make it very significant in those days, whereas now, it would seem a little bizar. I don't know how Mary managed to come in the house of a clergy man, for she was a prostitute. Actually, the host was lacking, because he didn't show the usual courtesy to his guests. But, how would you like a prostitute give you such an extravagant present in front of the others, who are supposed to be your students? Risky!
Mary showed him the honor he was due, but...he showed her honor in return, by accepting her gift in front of his friends as well as the host. Some of the guests were not so gracious, and let him know that it was a travesty to waste so much money on making his feet smell good. Isn't it interesting that they made so much fuss about HER money?
This story fits with the Scribble and Doodle Window in the following way. Like I was forced to see the feet and jeans in the car from a birds eye view, this event forces one to see beyond the socially acceptable boundaries of our time. I hope it will expand your horizon.