First Pear

My first sketch in years (graphite on paper). I feel out of practice but am glad to have started.

I aim to complete a series on pears because my identity is so tied to them. My body type is “extreme-pear”, meaning my shirt size is two sizes smaller than my jean size. My trunk’s got junk.

Yesterday I spent several minutes in Whole Foods examining their pear selection, searching for one I could relate to. I chose a tired-looking Packham pear that even captures my cellulite. It has a few wounds and slumps a bit, but still managed to get itself into my hands after a long journey.