Yesterday I tried to draw myself, and it doesn’t look like
me. I don’t think of myself as fat. Large, yes, but not morbidly obese…which I
now am. The antique fountain pen jammed
up just as I was nearing the end of the sketch.
I was pleased that I could still draw in this new looser style, but I
wasn’t happy because I couldn’t finish the sketch. Silly me.
And here I had been worrying about drawing at all. I liked the one I did in the 1970’s all
covered in Duck’s wool quilt and a printed bed spread. It doesn’t look like me, but it feels like
me.
I have to look at the new doodle again. Maybe it feels like me too.
Your days seem to have that perfect rhythm...but maybe it is your blog format that makes it seem so!
ReplyDeleteGreat sketch. I feel as if I look the same and have no idea how to feel my age. Ha ha...except when I get up in the morning.
ReplyDeleteLove your black and white sketches.
ReplyDeleteI love your sketching!
ReplyDeleteI am so jealous of your long legs! Nice sketch. I think you should post more of them. I remember when I got to read your paper/pen journal that you included sketches.
ReplyDeleteI posted a cartoon about selfies last week. I can't share it with you, but you could go and look at my timeline. It's an "Arlo and Janis" comic.
ReplyDeleteYou're in a distinguished group!
I thought you'd given up all of your fabric 'habits'. ;) I don't see you as fat at all... Hugs to you both... T
ReplyDeleteThat's an impressive and fun doodle. You are quite talented.
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