Saturday, May 7, 2011

Sylvia Plath

These are my feet in Madison Square Park on a day when there was some kind of Indian celebration.
The women's and girls' clothing were SO vibrantly colored and patterned.  Where do they buy them from I wonder.  There must have been thousands upon thousands of people there and I didn't see any repetition.

This week I started thinking Again about why I can't draw background scenery.  It seems like a pretty big flaw for someone to exclusively draw people.  Everyone has to have a setting that they exist in.  But every time I try to draw a background for the person I've just drawn; which is pretty much always a girl and at least half the time one who looks like myself, I get super bored and can't finish it.  If you try for an urban setting, you have to make all these long rectangles, multiple small horizontal rectangles within, and squat rectangles on top (building, bricks, windows).  Then if you try to soften the scene with trees; it starts with one large branch, branching off into a few big branches, medium branches, and many many more small, and tiny hair thin branches.  On top of which are countless numbers of leaves.   And then on top of that you have to consider perspective and depth and remember that things in the foreground have to be darker and more detailed then things in the background.  People in comparison are so much easier.  I read The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath and enjoyed her drawings of scenery.  Maybe the ironic thing is that someone who isn't too focused on the details is able to draw a detailed scene and someone who is too focused on the details can't?  Because maybe the person who isn't too focused on the details can just visualize the final result and therefore barely notices the details since they are just a series of naturally building steps.   The one caveat though is that I thoroughly enjoy drawing hair which is very detailed and repetitive yet I don't mind.  You know what's a good phrase though?
The Sylph's Demesne 
I learned the two words through reading Falling Upwards, a book of critical essays on things like Harry Potter and Sex and the City.  I think it would make a great title for a painting.  Fyi, the second word isn't pronounced the way you would think!  (me, I was thinking Dee - Mez - knee, but alas, no!)

Drawings by Sylvia Plath. 

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