Been attending Saturday morning figure drawing at the local massage school for the last three weeks. They are the same Saturday sessions my mom used to attend 20 years ago when I was little girl left at home. In going I connect to her; our life strands crossing (weaving) as I sit in the same room and follow the same complicated dance with my(her) left hand echoing the lines and shadows found in other bodies.
There is a reconnection to my own practice as well. Anxious and scattered at the beginning of the session, my hands fumble with pencils and sharpener, but halfway through the first or second drawing I find focus [the angle is here and just so] and by end of the three hours my mind is quiet and refreshed wishing for more. The best part? Coming home with drawings I like. . .
A few of my favorites:
small scanner + big paper= weird light)
4 comments:
I have just found your blog. Just read this one entry. And just realized that I need more artistic insight in my life. Thank you.
thank you hob.
i've just noticed that in each drawing (although missing in the first one) you have the nipple in profile. and no heads. what is up with that? to me, the nipples have become the eyes, seeing in other ways, perhaps...
Mien, I think I tend to leave out the head because it is so charged. When the face is present, everything else is a reflection of what you find there. Not having a head is equally charged but in a different way. It's something I am still exploring.
So then nipples for me have become a place of rest, a detail in what might be just suggestions, i like your reading of it. Nipple eyes. Seeing with the body. . . might imply intuition as well.
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