LOST GIRLS

I had an unexpected extra hour to sit at Dairy Queen after I got off work last night, and all I had was my lined Moleskine. This is a drawing about nightmares to pass the time. Pen (lifted from a veterinarian’s office) and sharpie.  

Sorry I haven’t posted anything in awhile (not that the approximate four of you care much, I’m assuming) but here’s a little something I doodled the other day after my dad came to visit bearing the gift of Copic markers. I’m not sure what this one is called yet. 

A little introduction.

I’m Tory Foulk, a nineteen-year-old strange and socially awkward being studying journalism at the University of Missouri. I know very little about art, but I’m learning. I’m not incredibly skilled and I haven’t quite found my style yet, but I love to draw and paint and I love to study the process of completing a work. In short, this blog is a small longitudinal study of my personal art exploration. I’ll post my own art, complete and incomplete; things I’ve learned through independent study; and sometimes even reference photos or art that really inspires me. I know this sounds boring as hell, but I would love people to talk to throughout this entire experience because I like learning from others. If you read this in its entirety, you’re a saint, and you should say hello, yeah?

Hunt, silly little work in progress.