I did go back to the drawings again just recently, darkening
and lightening and fiddling and fiddling so that now there are 6 just about
finished plus two more on the go.
This method of drawing is clearly not economically viable
but it is somehow compelling and so I add and subtract, layer upon layer until
I am happy. If I calculated price according to hours spent the total would be
crazy. Given that I can’t break the obsession to draw in this style then I just
have to accept that the returns on the sold work can only be trifling and be
grateful that our household does not rely on me to pay the bills.
(eg above of the slow process, building up depth ..... as you can see, the area in the bottom left is at a more advanced stage in the layering, see image below).
A friend recently said that she liked the idea of the
drawings taking up whole walls. I did consider the idea. I had visions of
myself beavering away like the monks with their illuminated manuscripts, my
back becoming increasingly bent, the whiskers growing on my chin while the hair
on my head hair thinned as the years unfolded and I stuck doggedly to my HB
pencil, my pencil eraser and my tissue, fiddling and layering endlessly as I
inched my agonised way across a wall sized piece of paper.
(the second new drawing using the same sort of patterns, still with any more "layers" to work up)
Hmm, perhaps this is not a project I should embark on …. It
might be more sensible just sticking to the much more manageable size of
40 x 40 cms per drawing.
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