This is the largest scale I’ve worked on yet. Definitely a good experience. Perhaps the next step is drawing directly on the walls or on objects.
This work was for a summer class with artist Kathryn Martin Meurer (the link is there for a reason).
A long time ago when my parents were still together I was drawing at the dinner table one morning. I don’t remember the drawing, but it was most likely my standard guy with some armor and weaponry. I remember telling my dad that I wish my drawings could come alive and move. I remember being shocked when my dad said “You can” and explained that I could make a movie. I thought of this today while drawing for anavasthaa. My drawings are moving now.
I mentioned in an earlier post that I am starting drawings of girls who have had a big impact on me. I’m doing this to confront my past and as a token of respect to all of those who I have shared intimacies with (sexual and non) friends and lovers alike. For me drawing and talking about these things helps to settle my mind; to answer questions I haven’t allowed myself to ask. I won’t tell you everything about these people (your imagination can do that) but I will mention bits where I deem necessary . After doing some portraits earlier this week I decided to try layering portraits like I was taught to do with gestures. After some playing around tonight I created what I thought to be a successful drawing. I’m getting bolder with my drawing process and I think it helped this time around. I saw something that didn’t work and changed it, and if that didn’t work I thought about it briefly and dove right in again. This is the direction I hope to go.
Suddenly, as had happened so many other times, I was above the cloud line. From up here I could see, from up here I knew. I was on top of a mountain and on another peak miles away I could see her clearly. Up here one might think it would be cold, but no, quite the opposite. I pretended to ignore her, but my sight was too clear and I knew too much. I wanted her and she wanted me, or maybe she was just drunk. I waved to her and she gestured for me to come closer. I tried to jump from my mountain top to hers. I flew soaring higher and higher. Gravity eventually pulled me down. Racing forward I slammed into her and we both tumbled off her mountain. Later I woke battered and bruised from the fall, she lay beside me eyes shut. I couldn’t move. Was I hurt? Was she injured?
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