This charcoal and pastel piece just boiled out of me. I started it last night and finished it this morning. It is a direct reaction to learning about the school attack in Peshawar, but it is one that has been brewing inside me since the Newtown attack two years ago. Maybe even earlier. I had other projects I was supposed to be working on (a commission, three small practice gouache paintings, a personal project for practice in my custom work, holiday prep, writing), but I had to lay that all aside or I felt like I was going to choke.
The proportions are a tad off on this guy, and, if I remember correctly, I wound up running out of time in class to get the shading to the point where I wanted it to be. But I think I managed to capture the slightly slimy character of this model fairly well, even if it is exaggerated to a degree.