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Sunday, March 19, 2006

Angst & Graphite.

Roy is doing this whole "bad teenage poetry" thing over on his blog and I, having written oodles of the stuff myself, wanted to participate. Looking for my old poems, however, I came across my old drawing notebook. Oh the angst contained within! Here are a few selections:

The first is a sketch I did after seeing dadaist John Covert's "Will, Intellect, Sensation, Emotion" in an art museum. I was impressed with the idea of seemingly random lines creating specific sense. So I drew some cats. The last one is a sketch of mine in the same vein from a Picasso detail.

I was really into drawing figures. The third one on the top has the figure I'm most proud of: man slumping on bench. The first one on the bottom, I think I must have been feeling a little life pressure. Let me explain the next one. It looks like a commentary on abortion, doesn't it? It's not. What I did was draw the figure of a woman in stirrups, but then my prudish sensibilities kicked in and I put a question mark to hide her lady parts area (how demure!). Completely embarassed by the whole thing, I added a wire hanger to explain the whole mess to any future viewers.
Next after that is my attempt at fashion design. I'd recently been to a DJ/rave store and was shocked and interested in the clear vinyl clothing they sold. That's what I came up with right before I decided I had no desire to attend FIT.

An example of me being mean. I'm not sure what happened - I think I let some girl I vaguely knew draw in my notebook - but when I saw the smiley faces, they sickened my angsty sensibilities. The resulting added figure was my nonverbal way of telling her what I thought.

I'm think the words in the first one are mine, but I couldn't swear to it. The second two are, I'm fairly sure, Junkpoet's.

My attempt at drawing actual people, all temporary friends of mine from my latter teen years. The first guy looked dead after I drew him, so I filled in the coffin pillow and exaggerated the death theme.

I got some nifty colored pencils and experimented. The dog is my personal tribute to Rodrigue's Blue Dog, which I was obsessed with in my teens. The last one with the balloons, I dunno. I have no explanation for that.

The picture on the left is an example of me doodling. I get a little obsessive when I doodle, and if left without a reason to stop, I can fill pages and pages with this kind of connectivity stuff. You should see my JRN 101 notebook.
The last image is that of the last drawing in my notebook. It seems like after that drawing, I put down my pencil and didn't pick it up again, despite having left several pages blank.
posted by hilary at 12:48 PM |


Blogger Roy said...

Oh, cool beans. I used to always love looking at people's doodlings, they tell you so much about the person who drew them.

I'm still waiting for your teenage poetry though!

3/19/2006 3:30 PM  
Blogger Blue said...

I'm so impressed! I've always wished that I could draw.

3/19/2006 9:05 PM  
Blogger Kristine said...

Those were fun to look at! I'd like to see more. :)

3/19/2006 9:31 PM  

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