Happy Trixie Tuesday!

Listening to Oxygène, Pt. 2, by Jean Michel Jarre on infinite repeat.

Some of you might know, but I had one of those "Covid has ONE LAST kick in the nuts for you" kinds of stroke last spring and am still in recovery. A lot of these drawings are a part of my physical therapy - getting my arm back into shape and getting used to focusing on a physical activity for more than 20 minutes at a time.

The tingling in my drawing hand and arm got kind of bad this morning, and I eventually lost the ability to grip the pencil, so this is all I can do today. But I am really happy with how much I got done this morning and am going to keep focusing getting at least 1 or 2 a day done.

Hopefully moving into doing three, then four. At least until I can draw this way for more than a hour before losing feeling in my arm or not being able to hold the pencil, or otherwise fatiguing out.

When I can draw for an hour without the shakes I'll be able to start going through my sketches and inking them, which is a whole different kind of physical exercise. I'm looking forward to it ^_^

For now, the sketches seem the best thing to focus on though. I’m still remembering a lot of the stuff you learn in school, like “teeth have mass and volume” and remembering how they attach to jaws. All that “this is how faces work” stuff feels way less intuitive than it used to be for me, so I think I’ll keep doing these kinds of ‘looking up with an open mouth’ style poses for awhile longer.

Personally, I like the bottom drawing better. She's cuter and happier and looks more like the fun gall we all know and love. And the upper Trixie looks more like the feral nightmare of a girlfriend who wrecks your house and then bitches that you don't have anything nice. Honestly? I'd date both. Especially if they were just two aspects of the same person.