Saturday, May 05, 2007
Sketchy
Since my computer got stolen, I've been mucking around a lot less on photoshop/illustrator etc... and the strange offspring of that is that I've bought a sketchbook, and have been drawing a bit for the last few days...
And for some reason it's just dark...
I was going to draw a girl sitting down - something simple... but then it's like my pencil took charge, and it ended up being a girl sitting down and hugging one leg because the heel was cut and bleeding. She is in pain... Is she me?
Then... I thought I'd try something serene... like a gnarled up old tree... but then out of the gnarls on the bark and the branches emerged the silhouette of a woman, dying/dead - but part of the tree... Maybe it depicts autumn, maybe it is my mind's subconscious comment on the kind of relationship we've developed with nature. We're killing nature, and at the same time we are slowly dying?
Maybe it was another self portrait. But it's strange, this relationship I have with fictional writing and drawing... it's almost always very very dark. I can't draw a happy picture any more than I can write a happy story. I wonder why?
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