This life model says everyone who draws her makes her less pretty than she is. The students say it is because it is so much more interesting to draw flaws.
Sometimes I think that is all youth is; waiting to arrive some place. And the closer you get the more afraid you become that it will become a disappointment in some way.
I was putzing around the internet when I found: chapham’s photographs. They’re really beautiful. In any case, I used her daughter as the model. So thank you!
I miss a person.
But I know that when I leave this place, I will miss it here too. Do you know how that feels?
Song for An Able Bastard
I wish I loved an honest girl,
Unseeking and unsought,
Whose lips were soft as they were shy,
And not as they’d been taught
I wish— but what’s the use of that?
The only She in town
Is not so honest as she’s fair—
She’s light as thistle-down!
And that’s my luck, for I was born
When a March moon was mad;
I wish I loved an honest girl-
I wish my father had.
Eric Linklater (1899-1974)
Reading Scottish poetry in honor of my current location. But not all Scottish flowers have spines.
Sometimes, when you are in foreign place it is the tiniest things that count. I’ve been in Taipei for two days, and of course, I take pictures of all the wrong things. A small flower at the bus stop, cynical cats, an apartment block on a grey day. But these are the things I want to remember the small sweet pleasures. The beauties that I can hold onto.
Flying to Taipei today. I always get a little jittery before travelling. It’s just the way that I am. I’m not even afraid of planes, or crashes, or anything like that. It’s just the smell of a new city, a differently angled moon, strange cola mixes. I don’t know. Anyway, did this little doodle to calm down.
An experiment with watercolor and an escape from the western canon.
It is hard to share strawberries and cake when your mom lives on a different continent.