Method for quickly drawing a high quality portrait?

[ElectricBlue]

That's beautiful,EB, truly touching.

Thank you.

 

[DrHappy]

It’s got me intrigued. I look forward to seeing it.

My story has been published! Dreams, Drawings, and Panties
I'm very pleased with the final product!

Here's an excerpt:

Author's Notes: Alex wakes up to find that his soulmate is gone. She didn't leave. She never existed. Alex has a plan to investigate, and things get interesting...and dark. Is this the beginning of insanity?
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This story contains suspense and mystery but is not lacking in explicit erotic content.
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Chapter 1: Morning in the Twilight Zone

Alex Henderson sat up in bed as soon as he awoke and reluctantly gazed downward at the two pillows in his bed. One had a clear indentation where his head had lain during the night. The other was partially covered with a sheet and showed no signs of being disturbed last night. His groggy face showed signs of being perplexed mixed with a generous helping of despair. "Another morning in the twilight zone," he said grimly to himself.

Alex was determined that this morning would be different. He unsteadily emerged from his bed and quickly got to work. He opened up his closet and hurriedly scanned through the clothes hanging on the racks. All of these clothes belonged to him. No one else's clothes were there. Without bothering to get dressed, he strode nakedly into the spare bedroom that he was using as an office and began setting up his drawing table. His mind was clearing, and he grew more focused. Coffee would be extremely helpful right now, but he feared losing time while he ground the beans and setup his brewing machine. He smiled tightly as he remembered packets of instant coffee in the back of the pantry and finished laying out his drawing materials on the table before placing a cup of water in the microwave. He then made a quick excursion to glance at the counter next to the bathroom sink. He saw exactly what he expected: a single toothbrush in a toothbrush holder. "She was never here," he said to himself.

Alex minored in art in college, and excelled in his abilities in portraiture drawing, and would be putting his skills to work again. He quickly prepared his instant coffee, scurried to his drawing table in the other room, and then turned on his phone's voice recorder as he got to work with his pencil. It was only a matter of time before his memories of her would be completely gone. If today was like previous mornings when this happened, before the morning was over, he wouldn't be able to recall a single memory of her. However, he'd still be able to feel the empty hole in his soul that was torn out of him from her loss. This time, he'd document his memories before they faded. He'd draw her face and any other features he could remember. While he was drawing, he would talk to his voice recorder which would record his experiences with her as best as he could still remember. His face now showed determination. And grief.

"Emma," he said to his voice recorder. "That's her name."