Saturday, October 1, 2016

Okay, I think I have done this image enough times. I am going to stop now with this Prisma pencil drawing. I wanted to write a haiku about this drawing, but I think I won't. I will instead think about how being a self-taught artist put the academy in peril. Anyway, here is a section from a poem by Ronnie Bennet:
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, 
and now and again my battered heart swells. 
I remember the joys, I remember the pain, 
and I'm loving and living life over again.