I draw.  And if you draw, you’ll probably experience one of the most common question someone will ask you: “Will you draw me?” Now, I’ve always been intimidated when it comes to drawing somebody on the spot because I’m always afraid of the likeliness of the person not showing through or fumbling with my lines as passer-by’s watch me work. You draw them wonky, and less attractive than they actually are and they’ll know. Oh, they’ll know.

During my trip to France, I ventured to Montmartre, a famous place for artists to gather. There were tourists having their portraits done left and right and being a tourist myself, I wanted one as well as a souvenir. I was set on getting a caricature in particular because I’d always loved their satirical nature. So I plopped down on a wooden chair and waited for my artist,  a friendly looking man with grey hair and  a crooked smile, to start.

Here I am, getting my caricature done happy as can be being on the other side of the drawing board, so to speak and it was a pretty nice feeling where the only pressure I had was to stay still.

After a bit of time and a few shifts here and there, this is caricature:

Now whether it actually looks like me or not is up for debate but I can certainly appreciate the work that went into it. I would have loved to get more done but I ran out of Euros …

Tags: France

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