Do you see the baby in that photo? I didn’t!! I haven’t even drawn the baby!
I thought the baby’s head was just a piece of blanket. What the heck! I wear strong glasses, but…
Florence worked 16 hour days, 7 days a week, drank Lucky Lager beer and chewed Garrett snuff.
At the time of the photo, she already had seven kids. She later had 3 more.
That Dorothea Lange photograph of her became famous, but she had to keep working the fields of California to feed her babies.
In her older years, her grown children managed to get a house for her. Soon, she moved back into a mobile home. A house felt too strange, after all those decades of tents, trailers and just plain camping out.
I drew the bottom half of her face way too broadly:
I just narrowed the jawline and chin. I also had to raise her ear. I had it too low:
I’m so disgusted with myself. I’m never going to be able to see details.
BTW, I was conceived in Northern California (Albion or Fort Bragg, I think), where my Okie parents (Moon) were working chopping and hauling trees with Okie relatives, the Pyle clan. They came back to Oklahoma where I was hatched, and had one more, for a total of 7 kids.
Well, gotta get back to drawing that. I’ve got a lot to do to it.
OK, I may be finished:
Oh, I know the position of the hand isn’t spot on. And her mouth. I was disappointed in my observational skill, but I got over it.
I certainly didn’t want to draw the tentpole. (Oh, by looking at the photo very carefully, I saw that her other hand is resting lengthwise on it. And I read that her thumb was partially erased. I can see the outline of it in some photos…of the photo.) So, I drew in a full head of the baby. It looks like a baby’s head to me! I kept it very delicate – lightly drawn.