Schiele Selves

I'm going through my fortnightly Schiele phase again. I really just think he was a genius, the way he could capture people's (often his own or prostitute's) fragility just in a few scratchy lines. 

It prompted me to try a couple of black and white portraits in a similar, although hopefully not identical vein. 

There's something a bit Quentin Blakey about the last one, which took all of three minutes, but I don't hate it. Well, this is the time of year for miracles. 

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