Self Portrait
I couldn’t find the words, so I’ll share this. A self portrait I’ve been reluctant to draw. Now felt like the time.
Eye of my sister.
SKETCH 31
Feeling like sheep. Burdened by the weight but still stately in stature.
SKETCH 30
Beautifully plump pigeon.
“To be an artist means: not to calculate and count; to grow and ripen like a tree which does not hurry the flow of its sap and stands at ease in the spring gales without fearing that no summer will follow. It will come.”
Rainer Maria Rilke. Viareggio, 1903