My daughter, Dru, and this is partially because one of the various jobs she has taken has her selling books and cards and artwork and such items at a store called WISH in Port Gamble, gave me, for Fathers Day, a set of skin tone markers, double-ended, one side for narrow lines, the other for brush (type) strokes.
I haven’t done much drawing since I became obsessed with completing the manuscript for “Swamis.” I have completed a way better version, sent it out to some folks, and started working on a treatment for… I don’t want to reveal too much about this except that writing for a visual medium is forcing me to focus. No, not just Hollywooding it up; but, yes, it does mean eliminating way too much of the exposition and side characters and side stories that I am unwilling to part with otherwise.
Prose Retentive Disorder, obviously.
Here is my first attempt to do something with Dru’s gift:
Let’s see how this compare to an earlier illustration:
Meanwhile, hopefully you’re surviving the heat. A few feet into the local water and… ah!
Those Arian Jews all look alike, don’t they!! drew