I’m wrapping up the current hair series with a selfie. My braided hair of course.
I don’t do selfies often. I have to stand in the bathroom and juggle pens and palettes.
I was frustrated late one night because my foot was in a cast and my vision was particularly frustrating.
But there is always something soothing about picking up a brush pen and sketching hair—thinking about which lines you’ll put down boldly or with a light touch, and what all the intervening spaces signify.
In this way it’s easy to see drawing is a metaphor for life.
Then you can go to bed whether you were able to see details or not.
Brush pen and a little leftover watercolor in a Hahnemühle Travel Journal. (From 2019)
