Friday, April 17, 2015

IFJM 15/April/2015





Wednesday, 15th April — I'm not enjoying my baths anymore. Tried to talk to K. to no avail. 

Monday, April 13, 2015

IFJM 12/April/2015






Sunday 12th April — How stubborn my brain can be. Insists in adapting the reality to what it thinks it is. 

My brain does not care about truths. Its only interest is definition, sharp edges, the limits in shapes. 

My eyes try to speak louder but my hands keep moving, confused.

Brain always wins.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

IFJM 11/April/2015



Saturday 11th April -- I found the sewing room but didn't feel like entering. I walked outside instead and sat on a bench near the windows.

A garden's worker got me this onion as he walked past me. Too lazy to go and get my paints so I just drew. 

IFJM 10/April/2015





Friday 10th April — An uninterrupted night's sleep. K. suggested I should try some other classes besides my occasional drawing and painting sessions. 

I'm not sure I will. The bath session was all right, enjoyable even but I'm not so sure I need to fill my days with more activities. Just walking in the gardens and enjoying some quite time seem to be a comfort enough for me.

Friday, April 10, 2015

IFJM 08/April/2015




Wednesday 8th April --  I've added colour to this sketch I drew on Sunday. 
I'm not sure who this is but he didn't mind me staring at him. He was quiet (I appreciate that in my subjects) and when I said I was done he left without a word. I don't think he's a member of the staff. Or maybe he is. 
I'll see if I can find him again some other time. It's too loud in here today. 

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

IFJM 06/April/2015






Monday, 6th April — An unnecessarily long day. 

The light feels weird and my eyes are hurting. This paper is too absorbent, the pen makes blobs if I don't draw fast enough. 

I've ordered an early dinner as I'm looking forward to bedtime.

IFJM 05/April/2015





Sunday, 5th April —  I rested for the most part of yesterday and got three sketches in a row today – 

The proportions in the third sketch were all wrong and I kept restating the lines. It was a mess already so I thought that I could not make it any worse with paint. Looks better now.

Subject was happy as she said I had improved her features (she kept talking all the time when she was posing so yes, I might have been painting without more than a few quick glances at her).