my second inking inspired by/copied off of the egon schiele’s “mother & child.”
this one looks more sinister…which suits the topic, i suppose. i titled it “hallmark moment.”
so ink brush is a bit more tricky to manipulate than ink pen. i accidentally gave myself a very waspish waistline.
i do not, nor have i ever had, a waspish waistline.
in fact, i remember very clearly when i was in high school gym class and the instructor was measuring our waists before a fitness & nutrition chapter of the class. she looked for awhile, trying to find mine. finally she declared me “high-waisted.” i think she just gave up on finding my waist.
when i was twenty, i was working as a nurse’s aide in a care facility. i had a shaved head at the time. a lot of the folks with alzheimer’s were confused about me. but one day, while helping one gentleman, i was pronounced to be, “a stout, young lad!” he said it as if i should take it as a compliment. i found it hysterical & have touted myself as such ever since.
basically, i have a very dense & solid frame. i always have & always will. even at my lightest weight while still being healthy, i was 145 pounds. it’s just genetics. you should see my dad.
on the plus side, i am pretty indestructible, physically anyway….
i am a three-legged chair
it’s not his fault
i was damaged when i met him
i told him
it’s not his fault
but holy fuck
did he have to break me
here i am
a pile of tinder
good for what?
if i’m optimistic
if i’m romantic
maybe i could light someone’s way
maybe i could keep someone warm
maybe i could find
a carpenter’s heart
to build me
sure, i could do this alone
light me, warm me, build me
& i have done it
but i keep thinking
wouldn’t it be more fun
egon schiele’s “mother & child” is my inspiration for this self-portrait (oh! it’s a mother & child…knowing egon schiele’s work, i thought it was something more pervy.)
i used the painting for two pieces i did last night. this one turned out all come-hither. you will see the other one later today in my next post. it turned out way more sinister looking. perhaps the difference of ink pen on paper vs. ink brush on canvas? or perhaps the spirit of the two different pieces i was working on?
i know i am supposed to do all this work on who i am & heal my own damage rather than to lose myself in yet another relationship. and goddammit, i have been working on it…forever, it seems. so don’t judge me for fantasizing about healing with someone else rather than continuing to heal alone.
wouldn’t it be nice if i weren’t the only one trying to piece together my bits? if i could find a kind soul(mate) to soothe my tinder-heart?
maybe i should wonder why i have so much conflict about this. both longing for & judging myself for longing for a romantic relationship (hold the narcissistic asshole.) ack! more journal pages coming up….
local critiques on my artwork:
fidgit: you’re drawing your butt again?
misha: is that a spider in your butt?
i may be naked
but that doesn’t mean
you can touch me
i may be vulnerable
but that doesn’t mean
i will love you
i don’t have to be
that you noticed i
all over my world
just because i want to share
doesn’t mean i am inviting you
to join the melee
i may be
but i am not
i may be hungry
but i am not
i found the perfect egon schiele selfie to use for this self-portrait. i wish i had done it justice.
in my defense, where he has angles, i have curves. oh well.
also, credit to my childhood love, adam ant, for the “desperate but not serious” quote.
here’s the thing. i hate it that someone (usually a man…but i don’t want to generalize…okay, i do…but i won’t) looks at my art, reads my words, and then assumes he knows who i am and what i need.
it was worse when i was “young.”
then they all wanted to tell me who i was.
now it’s not too common, but laying myself bare through my art & writings does invite the lingering glance, so to speak…or the perv-y stare, rather.
i am way more complicated than a ba-jillion self-portraits with badly versed thoughts. like any exhibitionist, there is more to me than meets the eye.
building walls & burning bridges, possible title for my memoirs? “no man is an island,” my ma liked to say to me. “i’m a peninsula, mom,” i would reply…and i like it that way.
more from my egon schiele series…. i am thinking about branching out…or returning to van gogh. any suggestions for artists i should play with?
note to my viewers…i spend very little time working on these (i know it shows) as i have four kids and incredibly busy days with them & all the livestock & garden…sigh. so my artwork is rushed.
plus this is an art journal series that i am doing in an actual journal on crappy journal paper.
if i ever get around to it, i plan to do a finished series of these pages on watercolor paper.
ps. fidgit says it looks like she’s (i’m) trying to fart.
i am enjoying using egon schiele’s work as inspiration for my own…or, you know, flat out ripping him off….
i borrowed very heavily from egon schiele for this journal page
that would be my message in a bottle
assuming a rejection
because it feels like rejection
all of it
my entire life
feels like rejection….
you bury me
in the cold…cold
a quote from a saturday morning memory
back when life seemed like
something i was waiting for
surely something good
for all the bad
i had endured
but it doesn’t work
people from bad childhoods
grow into adults
who only know what hurting feels like
who only recognize pain
as a feeling
who run away
of anything that doesn’t fit
the fucked up pattern
the drawing is inspired by egon schiele
the quote is from looney tunes