I see how he's supposed to go. How he used to fit together as a man. My, he was so beautiful then. Do you remember what a lovely boy he was? So full of youthful potential, and so easy on the eyes! All the little girls fell in love with him. But now we see what comes of too much love. Vanity and pride took place in him. He shunned the girls that loved him. He resented their love; mistreated and abused them. After all, he was beautiful -- there were always more girls waiting for him.
Oh, look what life does to beautiful children! It was too much undeserved affection, if you ask me! So much was he loved that he never learned bothered learning how to love someone else. And it was going through the motions, all these years - playing the boyfriend, pretending affection and concern - without ever truly knowing love, that filled him to the top with all that anger. Now look at him. Look at the lovely boy, the high school prince, all twisted up. I want to grab him by the chin and squeeze his face until he's what he used to be; squeeze him back to decency, potential, and boyish charm. Oh, I'd forgive him this crime in a moment if by it I could right what life has wronged in him. Pity.
This has lots of personality -- lots of authenticity. You seem to run out of space, though, when doing most of these portraits. Perhaps it's better not to center or show the whole head. I don't know for sure. But this is a good one.
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Sometimes a slightly out of focus and blurry photograph makes me like my sketch all the more.
I see how he's supposed to go. How he used to fit together as a man. My, he was so beautiful then. Do you remember what a lovely boy he was? So full of youthful potential, and so easy on the eyes! All the little girls fell in love with him. But now we see what comes of too much love. Vanity and pride took place in him. He shunned the girls that loved him. He resented their love; mistreated and abused them. After all, he was beautiful -- there were always more girls waiting for him.
Oh, look what life does to beautiful children! It was too much undeserved affection, if you ask me! So much was he loved that he never learned bothered learning how to love someone else. And it was going through the motions, all these years - playing the boyfriend, pretending affection and concern - without ever truly knowing love, that filled him to the top with all that anger. Now look at him. Look at the lovely boy, the high school prince, all twisted up. I want to grab him by the chin and squeeze his face until he's what he used to be; squeeze him back to decency, potential, and boyish charm. Oh, I'd forgive him this crime in a moment if by it I could right what life has wronged in him. Pity.
This has lots of personality -- lots of authenticity. You seem to run out of space, though, when doing most of these portraits. Perhaps it's better not to center or show the whole head. I don't know for sure. But this is a good one.
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