Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Shocking in its abrupt presentation, the fiddler's face is revealed.
One to avoid when younger.
This thing playing the music not only has a grin and sockets but a spirit with intent within them as is alarmingly revealed by fiery red orbs. This retouch does not do the color justice.
The wind begins to blow and the bow continues its draw. There are details, but only where needed in the finger bones as they pluck at the neck to accompany.
A crooked toothy arc of a smile is countered by the crescent of an eyebrow ridge above.