Above: I'm watching a competition show on Spike where they make furniture every week: "Framework." Yes people run around the shop and work way too fast with power tools—the kind that can cut off your fingers or hands. It's an accident waiting to happen and I wish they had longer deadlines, but one of the judges has a great beard. So I'm forced to watch the show. Same technique as yesterday.
This week, as I mentioned yesterday, I'm celebrating beards.
And the drawing of beards.
Since the age of 18, my brother (who is a year and a half older than I am) has almost always had a beard. And a lovely one. I've taken a lot of photos of him with that beard. One taken the day he graduated from university hangs on my wall next to a portrait of Charles Dickens. (My goodness, both my favorite authors have beards: Dickens and Twain [Twain's is the nicer beard and much more fun to sketch].)
I've spent a lot of time studying Steven's beard, what with all the photos and sketches, so awhile back when a publisher asked me to sketch a bunch of scientists (all dead before 1940) and the reference material they provided was inadequate (a blurry photograph of a tombstone sculpture for one) I simply drew in my brother's beard from memory on the dead scientist. He's a scientist too, what the heck. It looked perfectly natural. (And here I thought I never did any memory drawing!)