When I was young, my brother drew a picture once that was of a crying baby, very similar to this one. I remember it because it stayed on the wall of our living room for years until the paper went yellow and creased at the edges. Nobody dared take it down as it was the only decent piece of art that had been produced by any member of my family ever, and in a way it was a sacred piece. I aspired to draw like that, but it's presence gave me a target I never felt I could better.
Our family weren't really artistic and we all thought of ourselves as scientists. These days I very much view myself as an artist and one of the most important aspects of this viewpoint is that the ability to make non-perfect pieces is now viewed as an acceptable way to improve myself.
This piece really marks a watershed moment for me as I have now managed in 5 minutes to create that picture that stood monolithic over me through my youth, challenging and goading, but ultimately dominating my will to draw and in doing so I feel like I've made a statement. No longer does it tower so high, but I can draw and I'm happy to do so. No longer the crybaby here
July 11, 2012 at 2:00 PM
funny how things work out, isn't it? :>)
July 12, 2012 at 9:52 AM
Yes definitely. I feel like I have come of age in a way
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