It's a self-portrait, because Natalie asked, for Sparky's Self Portrait Marathon.
I know it's pale and limpid. So many night-time dreams over the years that I ought to draw, paint... but I don't know.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Woman with Flowers 7.1
(7th sketch in series, first iteration of this one) Woman with Flowers Flowers, props upholding the woman. The flowers, fragrant, imaginar...
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The Buddha says: “ You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself .” The path is uncertain. Uncertainty is the guiding for...
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What if relationships are the primary ordering principle? What if the way relationships are ordered clarify, explain, and instruct us on th...
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"I hope you are all creating every day according to the inner map you were born with. I know it sometimes seems that map is written in ...
It's severe as well as soft, ghostly but trying to materialise. Reminds me a bit of Odilon Redon's style.
ReplyDeleteI'd love to see you do another one in your bolder painting mode.
Natalie, oh thank you, trying to materialize, yes, and perhaps I am somewhat aligned to the Symbolist movement, something dreamy there...
ReplyDeleteIn the tiny space in which I live watercolour pencils is safest, but I'll try. Self portraits are strange exercises!
Monet hair! Lovely.
ReplyDeleteSmooch,
The Tart
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I see vibrancy in the lines, in the interplay of light and shadow....
ReplyDeleteThank you Jocelyn, and e_journeys. When my daughter came home & I showed it to her, she declared it didn't look like me unless you turn it sideways! Ah, sigh... back to the drawing board, and on to #2... :)
ReplyDeleteBrenda, nice work. Enjoying your blog and esp the story of the "sex" drawing. How we all project... :-)
ReplyDeleteThey are so Piscean, so Neptunian,these portraits. Magical.
ReplyDelete"We are such stuff as dreams are made of" ....
Tsk, my comments keep disappearing. I love this. Delicate and almost austere. Pale, where your work is often so vividly colourful. Eyes closed or hooded,when you're often so open. Another view.
ReplyDeleteRrramone, Mary, Jean,
ReplyDeleteI love the book, The Woman Who Pretended to Be Who She Was by Wendy Doniger. Perhaps we are simply versions of ourselves...