Another drawing started – such a test of patience working on this hair! If only I’d paid more attention at art school, instead of spending so much time just looking at art. Working with layers of pencil and sumi ink on this one. Using a flat, dry brush seems to help, adding texture without trying to go in and draw each individual hair.
Also thinking of how nice it would be if I could grow out my hair for once. I’m tired of looking like a boy, for now.
Here’s a current project: a drawing around 18×24″ in pencil and ink. I’m at a wall, wondering whether or not to incorporate color, some fabric flower collage, or something I haven’t yet thought of. The drawing was a struggle: even though there isn’t much information there, I must have drawn and erased the face at least six times! I think I’ll set this away where I can’t look at it for a few days, and come back with new eyes to see what I’m missing now, but thought I’d post these – if you have any feedback, I’d love to hear it – I certainly need it!
To prepare for the drawing first off I went to the library to pick up First They Killed my Father. It was finished in a matter of hours, leaving me sore-eyed and completely devastated. For bearing witness to such an immense event from our recent history, her book is a must-read, especially for this generation. I’m only embarrassed I haven’t read it sooner.
The pencil and ink drawing.
While referring to having “so much sadness I didn’t know what to do with it”, Loung, being only seven, eight – nine years old in the Cambodian killing fields, having family members taken away from her, said she used her anger to keep her from succumbing to the depression that led to others giving up, and even entire families to committing suicide. This rage allowed her to stay afloat… so in the illustration I felt it was necessary to there being water. Loung also wrote about being in the center of injustice and seeing how beautiful the sky could be – how it seemed so unreal that so much beauty could exist in the middle of so much suffering.