Self Portrait Today

On a whim I setup my mirror and started a self portrait today, I didn’t plan on doing much with it, but I’m very happy I continued.

I setup my mirror and started a drawing. Originally I was thinking I would setup the mirror then begin a drawing after my crossfit workout, but for some reason after I setup the light I was intrigued by the shapes of the shadow on my face. I always like working in sanguine on newsprint so I pulled that out and just started sketching.

It didn’t take long before I was deep into a drawing. I finished my entire head in sanguine then I wanted to see what charcoal pencil would look like over it. Mainly I wanted to try building up the shadows and background with tight hash marks. After about a half hour of working I had to run to crossfit.

My hair was down when I started the drawing, but when I got back from crossfit my hair was up, I was getting ready to take a shower after my really tough workout but there I was standing in my boxers captured by the drawing, continually working. I drew for more than an hour before I was satisfied enough to take my shower.

The Drawing


You can’t really tell in the photo but I darkened up the shadows around my eyes and throughout the head. I really like the scratches of charcoal pencil in my beard, I’m reminded of portraits by Van Gogh. Maybe one day I will attempt to paint myself like Van Gogh did.

You never really know how great a master painter is until you attempt what they have accomplished, its hard to do, mostly it fails and you have to weather a huge blow to your psyche.

Session Details

  • Session: 175
  • Work: 171
  • Width: 18"
  • Height: 24"
  • Medium: Charcoal, Sanguine
  • Location: Self Portrait in apartment
  • Art Time: 1.5
  • Creative Time:



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Christopher Beaven

Christopher Beaven

I am an Artist and a programmer currently living in the amazing state of Washington. I have a passion for art, but I'm stubborn as hell with it. My day is complete only when I do some piece of art each day, no matter how small. "There was a dream that was Rome. You could only whisper it. Anything more than a whisper and it would vanish, it was so fragile."

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