This is another attempt at deliberate practice for artists, I suppose. Deliberate Practice. The act of making yourself do exactly what you are terrified of doing. Something you’re sure you will fail at miserably. Something that will demonstrate to everyone, and specially yourself, that you are and always will be outstandingly inept at this chosen pursuit, this pursuit that means so much to you that you don’t even want to take the chance that you will have to face that ineptness, to realise no chance of ever being good at this pursuit and slink out the studio door, lock it, and throw away the key. So, no pressure then. Exactly. This blog is personal, and will chronicle my attempt at learning to draw and, eventually paint, portraits. I’ll be using the same subject, my friend and lover Chuck. Again, no pressure, eh?  Here’s my first attempt. This particular drawing breaks the first important rule of drawing anything. That first rule is dead simple: When you’re drawing, your drawing pa...