When I draw, I frequently become obsessed with the project and work furiously from start to finish. It interrupts my sleep, my daily concentration if I’m not able to finish in one sitting. I’ve been getting little sleep lately because of it, but I’m not complaining. It feels good to be passionate about art again.
Despite the overwhelming desire for obsessive perfection in my drawings, something beautiful happens when I render the faces of people. I believe most artists will agree with me when I say that you get to know your subject almost intimately when you study them so intensely. You can tell how often they laugh, frown, feel sadness, just by studying careworn folds near the eyes and mouth.
Musicians and poets and all other creative-types probably do the same thing, because they tend to focus with the same intensity.
And always, I can hardly help but fall just a little bit in love every time I draw someone. People can be so beautiful. It’s impossible to invest so much time and care without putting a little bit of your heart into each piece.
It’s always a one-sided emotional investment, but that’s ok. It’s a great way to give the old ticker a workout and not risk having it broken.
Because of the fundamental lack of reciprocity, being an artist is frequently a lonely gig.
This entry is quite easily the most obnoxiously sappy string of words I have ever assembled. I’d delete them if they weren’t so true.
I know what you mean.
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