One of the most difficult things I have experienced as an artist is to attempt to make a portrait of someone knowing that eventually they will walk around to your side of the easel and see what you have made of them. Here are some honest efforts from days gone by…
A picture of someone who sat still for a portrait long ago, but whose name I can’t remember…..
A drawing of my sister as a youngster.
A pencil sketch of a beautiful girl I met one special summer.
To People!
Barry
Barry Trower 