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Jun 21

Pet Portrait in Polychromos

By Maddy | art , colored pencils , encouragement , journey , pet portraits , pet portraits, animals, colored pencils , polychromos

Pet Portrait of my dog in Polychromos. 

Just wanted to show you a pet portrait I recently finished. It’s a drawing of my dog, a Shih Tzu Terrier mix, named Mushu. I’ve been wanting to draw a portrait of her for a while now. It was a little trying because in the original picture her eyes and surrounding area was very dark. Same with her nose. It’s always a good thing to make sure you have a great clear picture with lots of detail. So… I ended up having to take another picture of both her eyes and her nose! I used Faber Castell’s Polychromos for this drawing.

Here’s the finished drawing:

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Mushu

Isn’t she a sweet dog? My son found her. Actually, she found him. When I first saw her, she was mangy, and just skin and bones. This was three years ago. And now she’s part of the family. She had a second chance.

We have second chances, too.

In fact, I think we oftentimes get stressed out and then we shut down emotionally and mentally. I know I do. And oftentimes I could kick myself because if I hadn’t freaked out, things would be different. It’s all about the journey, right? When something drastic happens, we have only a few split seconds to figure out what is going on and to make a choice. Some people are better about it than others. I am learning.  Being intentional and thankful in all things and for all things. I try to think about all the things and people I am thankful for.  And of course, God, whoever you believe Him/Her to be. Thank Him for the end result, and thank Him that He is about to show you something amazing.

For years I had forgotten who I was. I started out loving art and drawing, but soon after I got discouraged with myself. Why? Not because I wasn’t talented, or able. I could draw or paint just fine when I was by myself. But when people would peek over my shoulder while I was drawing, I became a nervous wreck and I could just not function. Why is it that we allow our perception of what others think to manipulate us into a ball of nerves? First of all, I was entertaining thoughts that weren’t even true. There is hope. I’m living proof.

 
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