Smudged fingers

This was sketched out this morning as I was listening to some classical music, I remember Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto, Handel's Messiah, and Spring from Vivaldi's Four Seasons. Possibly Morning from Greig's Peer Gynt Suite too. I don't know where this location is, it likely does not exist. I might have taken some of it from cliffs in Cornwall, although the lighthouse and the broken wooden fence are a little New England. I like the small bird flying at the top of the picture. A gull, or a tern maybe. It looks serene.

Continuing on from the first picture I put up on here, the blank figure, blindfolded, in bondage, with a fog around the head and a hand just visible reaching. It might be lifting the blindfold, it might be crushing the head. The fog makes it hard to see, without the ability to hope all things take on an air of threat, of menace.

Yesterday I bought myself a clutch pencil, a nice mechanical device that holds graphite leads nicely, making it easier to draw. A treat to myself, these are the first two attempts with the pencil. I like the built in graphite sharpener, I used the shavings to create the foggy imagery, I think that works quite well.