Another victim for my holiday drawing was my daughter. Her chosen pasttime while being subjected to the torture of the pencil was to paint her fingernails, which is why I didn’t even bother drawing her hands.
The wind had picked up as we were sitting at a table outside and it made the sitting quite interesting. Read difficult. Her hair was blowing across her face, so I was drawing different features as they could be seen through the veil. But there were moments when I wished that my pencil could really capture the movement and texture of it properly. Here I am blaming it on the pencil! Stupid pencil!