Saturday, April 17, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
self-portrait 3/28/2010
self-portrait 3/24/2010
couple
self-portrait hand 3/26/2010
The object of my hand, the working mechanism that all I do is dependent upon. The thought that all I am, all that identifies me might be locked up within a right handed dominance and without it I am nothing. The description of the hand soon became an expressive extension of my father, who passed away recently and the discriminating discovery of what time is revealing on closer inspection.
Self-portrait #2 3/26/2020
Again a pretty stratight forward approach however it was at that moment I became intrigued by the construction of my own face. The contour curvatures, the thickness of the jaw, the squareness of my face. It was also, for what ever reason, important to document date and time. It felt as if I were charting the deterioration of my mortal self.
Self Portrait #1 3/26/2010
Recently I have started a series of self-portraits. These works were done out of a circumstance of necessity. I have been immobilized due to a foot surgery and this left me with no alternative but to literally look into the mirror. Forced to choose one subject.
What started out as a mere drawing exercise became a lesson in the rediscovery of familiar ground. Without the need to implant some ulterior symbolic, allowed for meaning to emerge, even if all that was revealed was the wrinkles and deformities of my visage, it attempted at the removal of all romanticism and vanity.
This was the first in the series. It was straight forward in almost every aspect, even to the holding of the mirror. At this point I was not thinking series exercise, in fact I was not sure there would be a next drawing, I just needed to draw.
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