Taste The Snow

Next up in the five senses is taste. Once again, this is in charcoal, almost entirely with the pencils but with a likely bit of XL block in places.

It’s my tongue. You might be able to tell from the patina of marks in the middle. I reckon they’re as unique as fingerprints or retinal eye patterns. Not that having to lick a security device for it to check tongue patterns would ever catch on, mind. Not much to say about this one, except to point out the obvious, that teeth need some colour and shade in them. Like the whites in the eye, they should never be white.

I’m happy with this one, even though the background isn’t as good as the one on the ear: the dodgy background means this one doesn’t look like a zoomed in portrait. More to come tomorrow.

This drawing was incorporated into See The Winter, Taste The Snow, Feel The Cold.