A little sad about Shirley Temple, whom it seemed was an icon of indomitable “cute” childhood, and also proof that you could be a child star, and then turn out all right. Drew this image not as a portrait, just as an idea, based on her image.
Also did some proper faces from magazines, in watercolour and watercolour pencil, this time. I’ve been focussing so much on trying to do the digital thing I’ve forgotten how much I enjoy watercolouring. Even when it goes wrong, it’s somehow pleasing.