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put this scary piece up and took it down. basically started as a self portrait. the illustration board was crappy and I could not blend the charcoal like I usually do. So I scratched and stabbed it with a little hard eraser and this is what happened. There was some draped fabric behind me that sort of changed that garden hat I was wearing.
It’s more a self portrait of how I felt as opposed to a literal rendering of my features. trying to absorb some difficult reality at the time.
15 × 20″ charcoal and eraser on illustration board.
enjoy making direct work from natural materials in my prairie and wildlife sanctuary.
i am a very restless person and I work in many different ways with a variety of media.
One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.
Anne Marrow Lindbergh
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A dark resignation,
I like this most of all
your self
it speaks volumes of honesty
not a hint of sadness
a smattering of tes toss ter own
no illusions
this is strength
and crafted well
Blessings to you
a smattering of testosterone!! Ha haa. must remember to shave mustache!
yes I have some male tendencies in the balance of who I am. I remember thinking
maybe this garden hat will cheer me up and protect bad thoughts from entering my mind. Silly hat therapyan experimental approach. :))Your comments are so insightful Belinda- thank you dearly!
– yvonca
So that is how you spell it
bad thoughs are sublime
and prompts to create
it worked did it not
Yes is the answer I believe
Off to garden now
Blessings to you and your abundance of hats
may they always be worn
Lovely drawing technique.
you really think so? It’s interesting how the technique felt like it drove the piece’s development. how much of it is the mood I started with and how much of it was the angst of technique struggle- hard to say. Thanks for your comment- made me think! :))
– yvonca
Black Dahlias
The black Dahlias round my hat
Mirrored charcoal moods inside
The secret stories left untold
Since I became your bride
The darkened spells seem longer
Their shadows on me grow
no matter how I erase memory’s
The scars they leave still show
I tried to paint a brave face
Where sorrow never shows
But the charcoal dug in deeper
To show how darkness grows
My lips are pursed in silence
The truth it hurts to say
For all the wrong you ever done
I loved you day by day
But soon my well or of meaning
Had dried up and was gone
For my eyes open to the truth
Whose chink of light shone
On your selfish centred self
That gave me nothing in return
Left me feeling empty
burnt out and alone
And I was left to journey on
And in my shoe your stone
which left me feel lost a while
and terribly alone
as good as this version is, I love the revised one that you posted even more! You are an amazing guy Tim. Thanks and blessings be to you.
– yvonca
just stopped to respond to comment and read this again. Excellent, really!! Dang Tim, yur good!
– yvonca
What interesting work…. very soulful.