I hit a wall sometime after the last post. I drew all morning, trying to get Mr. Tarantino’s likeness down. Enlisting different styles: simple, stylized, complex, illustrative, cartoonish, Hirshfeld, Drucker, etc. I was getting worse. A slight improvement, and then a huge slide backwards. Then I noticed my dog wanted to go out — it was noon. Might as well let her out and make a sandwich while downstairs. Although not truly hungry, I knew I would be soon enough. One sandwich later, this drawing appeared.
Tarantino explains in great detail everything he does and everything he loves. Here, in one of his patented gestures, he makes points one, two, and three.