Tiny Dancers (Sketches of the Week for Week 38 of 2025)

I mostly sketch from photographs, simply as a practical matter (I mostly work from home, and am mostly in a college town in mid-Michigan; nit a lot of horses and barbarian ladies sitting around my kitchen waiting to be models). But this gets me thinking a lot about how high-speed photography has changed drawing and painting, not by replacing them—the perennial anxiety about art and technology—but by giving the artist one more tool to see more clearly in ever smaller increments. At my most hopeful, I wonder about the ways genAI will offer creatives sharper scalpels and finer microscopes. (And at my least hopeful? There, I’m pretty hopeless.)

Anyway, last week was all “furious dancers,” a subject that is devilishly tricky to capture from life if you haven’t first had the benefit of capturing it from a snapshot.

A pencil sketch of Fred Astaire mid-leap

This lady in the flowing skirt was my son’s favorite from last week. He insists it’s legible, but I worry; her posture is so striking and strange. Either way, it is indeed a good sketch, in that it captured what I hoped to capture. I just wonder if I maybe chose the wrong subject to begin with.

A pencil sketch of a whirling flamenco dancer

I think this one was my favorite. Draped cloth is a fun challenge in restraint, and I think both the dynamism of her gesture and its dignity and grace all came through. 10 of 10, A++; would draw again.

A pencil sketcher of a lyric ballerina, her reach exceeding her grasp

Sketch of the Week: Egret in Apalachicola (Nov 4, 2024) and an Oaxacan Dancer

A pencil sketch of an egret in shallow waters on the Gulf of Mexico, reflected in concentric ripples.

This is based on a snapshot I took last winter, while visiting the Florida panhandle’s “Forgotten Coast” (which I understand is now its totally obliterated coast, at least in some of the parts we were in). Here’s the reference photo:

A black-and-white photo of an egret in shallow waters on the Gulf of Mexico, reflected in concentric ripples.

I won’t be shocked if someone tells me that isn’t an egret; I’m not much for identifying what I see.

Anyway, the egret wasn’t my son’s vote for this week. He liked this Oaxacan dancer in the big fancy hat:

A pencil sketch of a young woman wearing a large hat and necklace. She is a dancer from Oaxaca, Mexico.

He was particularly pleased by her clothes. I like her, too.