12 x 6 in.; watercolor, ink, whatever, on Stonehenge.
It’s been a while since I’ve added a post here. I’ve been busy in waiting rooms, getting evaluated. Trying to get the all-clear to travel to norther Spain for this month and next. It’s a boring process (well, it is coracoid).
I posted this drawing elsewhere and a pompously helpful “critic” pointed out that I had drawn the acromion, not the coracoid. Uh, dude, the coracoid points front. You can think of the acromion following the lead of the coracoid. They function together. I like to think of the coracoid pointing the way, in part because it’s so hard to feel. You have to concentrate.
And it’s hard to draw. I think I’ve said that in other posts. There’s a beauty in that: the clunkiness of its form, it’s blind clumsiness. It’s easy to get a feel for the, to get a sense of, the back of your shoulderblades. It’s hard to differentiate the front. There’s so much going on: tendons, ligaments, nerve tissue, muscle tissue.