3. This assignment was to do a self-portrait pencil sketch and incorporate symbolsthat reflect something about ourselves. As I was sketching one fine day, feeling like “death warmed over” the images of swords flashed so that’s what I incorporated, not thinking about the symbolism until . . . .
. . . one of the participants asked me “why the swords?” and here’s what came to mind:
I was very fatigued and couldn’t bring myself to move to a table so sat on couch, my sketch book in my lap, holding a mirror in one hand, sketching myself with the other hand. The image of swords popped in my mind.
They are a part of my hair because I (we all) carry a sense of the precarious, the dangerous with us, each in a different way. As I drew myself I was struck by how my internal image I have of myself is not what I saw in the mirror and what I saw has become someone I don’t recognize. The knives evolved in my mind of living on the knife’s edge.
There were originally 4 knives and I eliminated one. Now I’m wondering if they are also symbolic of “time” – past & present on the left (touching/intertwined) and future on the right??
Looking at the picture now, more detached, it appears almost as if my throat has been slit (I drew the shadow/wrinkle on my neck). It’s a disturbing picture but very reflective of how I feel when I’m in a flare of symptoms.
NO MORE INTERPRETING PLEASE!
I call this “Self Portrait with Pears”. I tore up another charcoal picture that I didn’t like and pasted it on an acrylic painting of a bowl of pears that was a practice assignment from 2 years ago. The bowl of pear picture is upside down . . . if you’re wondering where the pears went . . .
What did I learn today in class? Drawing is just like life!
I used to think that great artists, good artists got it right on the first pass. It’s taken me 7 decades to understand that all artists continually make corrections. Draw, adjust, erase, draw, redraw, erase . . .
Luckily, it only took me 5 decades to figure out that life was about continually making corrections. That reminds me . . . I need a new eraser.
Here’s my sketches for today – One is loose and the other uptight
Graphite pencil, I shaved his head so he’d be more “hip”.
Always on the lookout for things to divert me from mundane living I stumbled on Summer ofColor – A weekly challenge that gives you a color palette to use. Any medium goes: sewing, jewelry, quilting, art journaling, digital art . . . even NAIL ART!
Since my nails are broken and split I resorted to my recent scribble-a-face “kick”. (the first color palette of the Summer is . . . . 1 Blue + 1 Blue + 1 Green)
Once upon a time, in a land by the sea, physically far, far away and imaginatively very close, there lived a brrrrriliant psychotherapist who specialized in human psychology and foibles. He took care of two humans who he unexpectedly found wandering in life. Freddie Parker was a keen observer of human nature and able to pick up on changes in the human psyche long before the human psyche knew it was changing . . .
The Year of the Fairy Tale has been on “vacation” for a couple of months now. It is hard for me to keep creating without an outside “container” or “reason”. The other day I decided to break that pattern and just DO IT on my own. (knowing that The Year of the Fairy Tale was about to start again!)
I have always been fascinated by figure drawing, probably because I’m fascinated by people. This pencil sketch was done fairly quickly as I was trying to capture the essence of the figure – rather than realism. (Also, it’s easier to sketch essence!) Here’s what evolved from my DO IT.
Inspired by The Seven Valleys – a mystical book written by Baha’u’llah. This Baha’i book doesn’t specifically focus on longing, pain or remorse – it’s just what evolved in my psyche.