Sunday, October 28, 2012

When I tell Joel to draw portraits of me, he always starts by making a few thick horizontal lines. These are the first things he draws, the features that must characterize me according to him.
At first, I thought it was sad. But then I realized that those ridges are my "Oh my God/You're kidding/get outta here/no way"-traces - memories of every time I've been astonished or amazed or surprised. SO Often!

Ps. Look how easy it is to look at that forehead and imagine it's a belly.
Ps 2. Are you uncomfortable with me staring at you like this?