I’m the one on the left, if you’re wondering.
With the very kind response to my Time-Tested challenge of a child, I decided to have a go at another kid (drawing, you understand, rather than yelling). With that, I thought it most appropriate to just go to, reputedly, the biggest kid of all: me! This is oneself, circa two years old, actually not watching Countdown or playing Scrabble, and instead enjoying some quality time with one of my most treasured companions. I had him for about fifteen years, and yet, I don’t think I ever named him. He was so cool, though; you squeezed his belly and, on release, he’d let out this raucous, strident roar. It used to drive everyone but me completely crazy, which of course only compelled me to do it more.
And yes, those ears. Weren’t they something? I think I’ve instinctively shrunk them a little, actually – they probably ought to have been a touch larger. I believe today they’re roughly around the same size – I just grew into them.
I used a newly-concocted brush here – a rougher and more textured preset, in an attempt to lead to a suitably naive finish. I’m not sure I let myself go as much as I would have liked with it – you can see elements of it coming through, but I think I got a bit scared mid-piece and reverted to how I normally work for the most part. I fear mini me would scowl and propel his beloved toy at me with some force if he were here – he wouldn’t have been so bashful. It’s why children will always be the most genuine artists: all play, no fear. Make like your two-year old self and be bold, be daring! Just be sure to wear a more tasteful jumper. Yeesh.