A couple of months ago, I had the sudden urge to sit in front of a mirror and draw my face.* It was a daunting idea, since I hadn’t drawn anything in several years, and my drawing style had never been realistic, but it turned out to be easier than I thought. Those who know me in person reacted with recognition once I presented to them a mirror image of it. But below is how I see myself:
The last time I had this urge was when I was about 4 years old. From my hazy repository of childhood memories, I remember a scene of myself staring carefully at a mirror, and trying to capture the details EXACTLY as I saw them. Of course, I was disappointed with the results, but it was the best I could do at the time. The wonders of the developing brain…
I have a confession: I almost took down the Drawings section of my website this year. Many of them are from middle school and high school and are quite embarrassing. However, looking back on a few of them, I saw ones that I liked and posted a few on Instagram. Upon seeing them, a friend from high school reminded me of one of my paintings that affected her from around that time, and was able to describe it to me perfectly. It was actually one of the pieces I’ve always detested, and had contemplated removing from the archives for many years. I was amazed that something so trivial to me made a deep impression on someone for over 15 years.
So, the drawings are here to stay, no matter how bad, because you never know when they’ll touch someone.
* It was actually not so sudden. I was inspired by my talented friend Staci Goddard, who was posting her own self-portraits around that time.