Over the past few months I’ve felt more and more scattered. As a way of helping myself, I decided to draw at some point every day. This has been an enjoyable exercise in seeing and concentrating quietly, as opposed to trying to create exact likenesses of whatever I’m drawing.
I began in late November and have been working in a sketchbook using felt pens of different widths. I choose the subjects as I go. I made the following 3 portraits from photos of myself taken in 1994 and 2001. None of the drawings look like me. In fact, one unintentionally looks a lot like a woman in the neighbourhood that I see on walks. I’ve painted portraits earlier in my life and found that we all look closer to one another than we may realize. A brush stroke here or there, a drawn ink line can change a face to someone other than the actual subject.
Arts of May 