Sometimes I get the urge to draw fashionable girls. I would wear this, except it would take a miracle to get me to tuck my shirt in.
Her name is Erica. This might be a wig, but I don't feel like she'd have any special reason not to dye her hair. Erica was working at the Wetzel's Pretzels in the mall when Jenny met her and gave her her phone number. Erica was too shy to call, but Jenny kept showing up, so charmed by Erica's lousy posture and sleepy-eyed smile, and eventually she gave in. They would hang out together, make out on the beach, concealed by a giant umbrella. Erica liked best to do lazy things; stay at home and read, watch crap telly, roll around in the grass at the park. The one thing she was really passionate about was taking photos with a small collection of old film cameras she inherited from her dad. Somewhere there are two or three albums of photos of Jenny being lazy and frequently naked. Erica holds the distinction of never having made Jenny angry for any reason.
I'm not sure where Erica is on Jenny's timeline, but probably between Lucas and Cheval. In her west coast era.
[ reblog on Tumblr ] materials: ink, paper + PS8 music: The Primitives, "Crash" Please do not reproduce without my explicit permission.
Cute. I love her posture and some of the foreshortening and stuff you've got going on here. I'm also a fan of how you've rendered those joints. For some reason I love little quirky touches like that, especially in more realistic styles. I do a little swirly thing a lot on elbows and knuckles n' such myself.
Hmmm, I wonder if anyone will ever run across those photos.
Some people seem to really dislike when I do random circles on cheeks, noses, joints, but I really love it. After all these years, I've decided I'd rather do what I like than what everybody's used to. Right? That's the only way to fly.
Hmmm, I wonder if anyone will ever run across those photos.
I love her as much as her story.