Monday, February 13, 2012

Narcissus' Musing 1020

The last two weeks have made me appreciate how subjective a drawing can be. To one person, it might be something charming and delightful. To another, this same drawing might be tacky or poorly drawn. To the artist, of course, you either want to destroy the image and deny you created it or bathe it in love and workable fixative so that nothing can ever smudge its precious image.

I am a flip-flopper--I will love my drawing one moment and then fight the urge to tear it into pieces and apologize to those who had to bear the sight of it. What can I say---artists! You know the type.

I am getting Sketchbook Pro in the mail soon--along with a cheap tablet that I will use until I can get the hang of computer art. Hopefully, I can create something to post here. I am taking a lot of classes and I haven't had time to really create. Everything has either been a quick sketch or a piece that I did for others and with their opinions in mind.


I am looking forward to using my new software. I have lots to draw. Leaves, flowers, my reflection in the mirror.

I once had a professor of art ask me why I drew myself over and over again. She had this curious look on her face and I wanted to tell her something deep like "I am in search of myself," but I told her the truth---"I can't afford a real model." So if you see like 50 new drawings of myself I swear it's not because I am really, really vain. I draw myself because in these times of extreme copyright infringement hysteria, I can't use anybody's image except my own (unless it is for educational or satirical purposes, so says the law). So if you get really sick of my image please email me your photo and I will draw you instead. Just kidding.