Not sure what to do with this blog

Well, after I got out of the internet class, I had only one visitor...Mr Westerman, and that was after I requested he visit the site to see how one of  his "students" was doing.  He commented in a separate e-mail that it looked good, and he suggested I continue painting.  He did comment that I did not need to make the nostrils black, which when I looked back at the earlier posts to this blog,  made a lot of sense.

However, I get the idea this blog is kind of like the tree falling in the forest.  If there is no one around to hear it fall, did it make a noise?  I thought I had a follower, Alfonso Waldo?, but I can't seem to reach him without signing up for some social site of which I am not familiar.   Therefore, I conclude   I  am posting for my own viewing,  and I not sure if I need to continue this site.

This is not a portrait, obviously.  It's a project I did as part of an activity for the Killeen Civic Art Guild.  We were supposed to do an art piece on alphabet exemplars.  I didn't think of this until just hours before the meeting.  It was not done during the meeting, but at the suggestion of two members, I completed it.  I don't think it came out very well.  I used the wrong type of paper...conte paper.  It was not very user friendly, and it picked up even the smallest smudge.  I made a very minor mistake when putting on the finishing touches, and I had a apparent stain on the paper.  I then had to add a brown wash to the paper to kind of drown out the stain, and it turned out to look dirty to me.  I also added spattered brown wash to complete it. 

Statue at the McNay

This one's of a statue at the McNay Art Museum in San Antonio, TX.  I painted it because I liked the way the sun reflected off her wrist and hair.

Pom Pom team's captain

Another 18 x 24.  It is from a football playoff game.  The girl in the white was far more talented than the others, and I tried to capture that in this one.

I worked awhile on this one, a portrait of a museum security man, who took special pride in watching over the painting in the background, a Picasso of a woman by the name of Sylvette.  The man, had actually met the woman while he was working at the museum.