Goodbye Omar Sharif

I think I first saw Omar Sharif in Funny Girl.  He seemed dangerously sexy.  A man who kept his distance from Barbra Streisand's Fanny Brice character, until she reached a riper age for deflowering.  At that point, he was calling for action.  Whew!

I saw him later in Doctor Zhivago, my mom being a fan of that, Camelot, etc., I found myself drawn in as well.  Zhivago sealed the deal in my admiration of Sharif.  He was a gorgeous man, a tortured soul (hmm, I wonder if that fed into my obsession with Russian history).  Anyhow, I was very saddened by the announcement of his death.  He lived a good, long life, and I thank him for his simmering, feeling, slow-burning roles.  He was an incredible talent.

Check out Robert Berkvist's excellent "New York Times" tribute article HERE.

Oil Pastel, ink, acrylic, watercolor

Omar Sharif and Barbra Streisand in Funny Girl Scene

"You Are Woman, I Am Man, Let's Kiss"

Day 244. Bleeding Lips - The New Sexy? SOLD

O.K., Myrtle thought, she may be old, but she had granddaughters, and she knew that these days, vampires were in.  She had even let the girls talk her into watching a few episodes of "True Blood" and my goodness, there sure were some hotties on there, although she could do without some of that tearing of flesh.  She had to turn her head at that gruesomeness.

But the day she looked into the mirror and saw her rose red lipstick bleeding into the lines at the corners of her mouth and traveling up into those crevices above her upper lip, she looked anything but attractive!  What's a gal to do?  She had run out of her Estee Lauder Perfectionist Correcting Concentrate for Lip Lines.  That's it!  Tomorrow she was off to the cosmetic counter.  After all, it's not always a good thing to have bleeding lips, even in these days.

Here's how I was trying to figure out how I wanted to draw a swivel lipstick tube:

Day 243. She Knew Her Face Said Crankerella

The man belched at the bar, and she could feel her forehead furrow.  She knew that her face said, "Crankerella," but truly, are there no manners left?

Her distaste grew, but now she turned it upon herself.  There was something, about this neanderthal...something sexy...  Ugh!  She could feel herself falling for the wrong man again.