That you don't remember where you wanted to go, and whether you really did.
That you are not even sure that the person who started standing there is still you.
I guess you didn't.
Neither did I.
It's a lame metaphor, but that's a little how I feel when doing this post.
I'm not the person who started this blog, and probably not even the person that published the (one before) last post.
Lots of drawings piled up on my desk and all around in the past few months, so I'll just post some off the top of the deck.
First three are from a music-drawing session we had a few weeks back:
Four different musical pieces on one sheet |
koyaanisqatsi |
Goldberg Variations - G. Gould |
Drawing music @Natasha's |
Art spectators upwards and downwards |
I am running hectic all over the place, not closing any space, dispersing fast impressions with no breath, while he occupies space, defines clear boundaries and distributes weights and colors.
Very beautiful post!
ReplyDeleteI also adore the one we did in Le Louvre. That was such an alchemy!
I like a lot those you made at Natasha's place! I'm sure that was a great meetup!
I Loved it. I can see you're a bit different person now.
ReplyDeleteDon't wait so long next time :)
I adore those music drawings! Especially the Goldberg one -- I would enjoy looking at it and listening to the music. Wonderful. You make me want to try painting to music once again -- haven't done it in a while!
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