It occurred to me I'm not sure I've ever explained my 52 Portraits project here.
Basically the idea is this: I needed some sort of creative outlet, and I'd learned from experience it needed to have strict limitations or else life gets in the way and I spend my evenings shaving yaks and fluffing the geraniums instead of creating things. I'd already done one weekly project that had come together quite nicely (book). And I encountered a digital painter whose work was awesome and who had a few wee tutorials on her site (loish.net). My background is in painting and drawing and it was only in college that I started to move toward photography and then graphic design for grad school. But I'd been missing the drawing, so I figured, why not try it out digitally?
So I set myself a challenge. One portrait. Every week. For a year. And I had to post them to my tumblr. The week limitation makes sure I don't get too precious about anything and start painting individual nosehairs while ignoring, say, basic facial structure. The posting online gave me an audience, someone to feel beholden to (even if it is just my sister). The year means I'm doing fifty-two of these things so I expect to see some damn improvement!
As I write this, I'm 19 portraits in. They've gone from being a mix of family, strangers photographed on the street, and celebrities to being mostly celebrities because, hey, I like the attention they get. I can admit it.
The problem I did not foresee? I am obsessed. I want to be working on the next portrait All. The. Time. I bring my tablet to work and break it out at lunch. I ignore my boyfriend and boring stuff like housework to draw instead. Very dangerous thing, art.