No matter if I am in an art class or practicing outside in a park, it always ends up the same. Actually, it doesn’t even matter if I’m drawing a child, a girl or an old woman, the result is uncannily predictable. First, I sketch in an outline of the head, an oval for the [...]
Pre-Issue
Dusty Roads and Cows
Poem by Steve Goldsmith
April 1, 2013
Parked on the side of this dusty old road lost and looking for directions I was when all of a sudden along they trod 10 black ‘n’ white cows now frozen on pause Is it colour they see or black and some white? I then pondered on what they were thinking? their expressions were blank [...]
