My first piece for this 30 day challenge! To draw myself. I'm getting it in a little later than I intended (after midnight, so technically I should be working on my next one now) but I hope the viewer will forgive me. I spent the evening well; drinking coronas and then watching The Blues Brothers with my roommate. :-) An evening very well spent! I honestly had a hard time at first deciding how I wanted to portray myself. Lately I've felt unclear of who I am, sketchy and not quite settled. It seemed appropriate to put my pen to paper and draw what I saw in the mirror without picking my pen up. The masks and the crow just come from the air. And I love trees. And doodling. I at first thought that this piece would be more monochromatic, with only a touch of color in the eyes and a smattering on the background. But as anyone who has worked with watercolor knows, it has a mind of it's own. A good reminder for me that I actually have very little control over things in my li...
It's amazing how challenging a one word prompt can be. Comic? WTF. I didn't know. Finally this... It's more than just sad clown. I hope whoever is reading this can get beyond the fact that I chose a clown as my protagonist of this piece. I rather like clowns. Or rather, I like the essence of clowns. How I remember it described to me was that clowns live in the moment. And the reason why we laugh at them is because they are intensely human, and when they deal with pain and embarrassment and anger, it's really a reflection of ourselves. A person with serious balls will get up in front of strangers, find the tenderest truest part of themselves as a human, and then blow it out of proportion for the masses to laugh at. This revealing quality of clowning is something I've been trying to learn as an actor. Perhaps this challenge is my first step of that. In fact, there is an exercise in my basic acting class and it goes like this; choose one aspect of yourself that is ...
I had problems figuring out what I wanted to do. Chinese was the first pick for a while, but then I got to thinking about what kind of food gave me the best experience. And I couldn't say no to the blackberry. Especially the sun-warmed blackberries in august, when you get a big milk gallon and cut it up so it becomes your pail. And fighting through all the brambles to find that one, juicy, deep red delicious morsel. And how it takes forever to fill the pail, because at least half of what you picked went right into your mouth. Yes, the simple blackberry. Lessons of the Old Blackberry Picker Move slowly unrushed unhurried between the thorny bars to claim your sweet prize within Less time than you think my child with eager eyes and stained lips your bowl will fill This will be your triumph among the blackberries; More of their juices will be within you and less of your red sweetness will be on them
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