I have drawn a couple of mediocrities (my former choice of
noun was “atrocities” and it just sounded as though I was pathetically fishing
for reassurance) lately. And
because I don’t have enough shame nor enough material to post, I am owning up
to them. One is a scary
blind contour drawing of Nora, who was playing with a rattle, and the other is
– yet again, for the nth time – one of my old Birkenstocks lying there by the
bed one evening. When Nora is
older and leafs through her big Moleskine “babylogue”, hopefully she will not
hold too much of a grudge, as my
blind contour drawings of her have been disturbingly freakish.
I attempted to photoshop the gutter out on both drawings,
hence the strange fuzziness at spots.
Pilot V5 in Moleskine.
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