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I Am The Many Faces Of The People I Draw

Fine Arts

Oscar Wilde once said,

 

“Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter”.

 

 

 

 

Existent,

 

Non-existent,

 

Fictional,

 

Non-fictional

 

 

Of portraiture evokes the artist’s soul, captivating the inner creativity of art-making, expanding the imagination to boundless possibilities.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The pointed ends of the lead lean forward to sketch.

The skin of the paper invites it’s clothing.

Gliding across the plains, conquering and stretching the hues of her eyes.

Polishing those beautiful pupils, giving life to her sublime death.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Presenting “I am the Many Faces of the People I Draw” depicts the portraitures of recreational subjects of reality. The iconic figures are carefully selected to mimic photographs of reference, challenging the ‘reality’ that photography captures. The incompletion the individual portraitures act as a metaphor of erasure, the fear of forgetting the existence of a being. Capturing only the significant and most memorable features of the face like the eyes, the gaze or the lips, the voice.

 

 

  “Sometimes the words of your father falls through the cracks of your confidence. You're never the best. Your older brother is the role model, and your sister gets away with everything. Someone always leaves you, always saying goodbye. As you drink your coffee, as you fill your worth with substance and alcohol. The nexflix running in the background. You stretch your arms and raise your elbow above your head. The fuck you's running in repeat. You are your own person, your peace is yours alone. The battles you fight are yours, and yours alone. And as your slowly raise your head, the tiny speech bubbles questioning your confidence. You know you will get through this, 2nd be 2nd best!? Fuck you.”  - Letter from Anonymous  Graphite Pencil on Paper  21.0cm x 29.7cm  2015

“Sometimes the words of your father falls through the cracks of your confidence. You're never the best. Your older brother is the role model, and your sister gets away with everything. Someone always leaves you, always saying goodbye. As you drink your coffee, as you fill your worth with substance and alcohol. The nexflix running in the background. You stretch your arms and raise your elbow above your head. The fuck you's running in repeat. You are your own person, your peace is yours alone. The battles you fight are yours, and yours alone. And as your slowly raise your head, the tiny speech bubbles questioning your confidence. You know you will get through this, 2nd be 2nd best!? Fuck you.” - Letter from Anonymous

Graphite Pencil on Paper

21.0cm x 29.7cm

2015

  “The more real you get the more unreal the world gets.”   Graphite Pencil on Paper  21.0cm x 29.7cm  2015

“The more real you get the more unreal the world gets.”

Graphite Pencil on Paper

21.0cm x 29.7cm

2015

  “Each mornings, I’m thankful for heaven’s divine, that my heart with yours and you found me.”   Graphite Pencil on Paper  21.0cm x 29.7cm  2015

“Each mornings, I’m thankful for heaven’s divine, that my heart with yours and you found me.”

Graphite Pencil on Paper

21.0cm x 29.7cm

2015

  “Some people come into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never ever the same.”   Graphite Pencil on Paper  21.0cm x 29.7cm  2015

“Some people come into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never ever the same.”

Graphite Pencil on Paper

21.0cm x 29.7cm

2015

  “Beauty is about being yourself and being different is better. Everyone should embrace being different.”   Graphite Pencil on Paper  21.0cm x 29.7cm  2016

“Beauty is about being yourself and being different is better. Everyone should embrace being different.”

Graphite Pencil on Paper

21.0cm x 29.7cm

2016

  “What’s the worst thing I've stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.”   Graphite Pencil on Paper  21.0cm x 29.7cm  2018

“What’s the worst thing I've stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.”

Graphite Pencil on Paper

21.0cm x 29.7cm

2018

 Oscar Wilde once said,    “Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter”.     Existent,      Non-existent,      Fictional,      Non-fictional     Of portraiture evokes the artist’s soul, captivating the inner creativity of art-making, expanding the imagination to boundless possibilities.     The pointed ends of the lead lean forward to sketch.    The skin of the paper invites it’s clothing.    Gliding across the plains, conquering and stretching the hues of her eyes.    Polishing those beautiful pupils, giving life to her sublime death.     Presenting “I am the Many Faces of the People I Draw” depicts the portraitures of recreational subjects of reality. The iconic figures are carefully selected to mimic photographs of reference, challenging the ‘reality’ that photography captures. The incompletion the individual portraitures act as a metaphor of erasure, the fear of forgetting the existence of a being. Capturing only the significant and most memorable features of the face like the eyes, the gaze or the lips, the voice.

Oscar Wilde once said,

“Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter”.

Existent,

Non-existent,

Fictional,

Non-fictional

Of portraiture evokes the artist’s soul, captivating the inner creativity of art-making, expanding the imagination to boundless possibilities.

The pointed ends of the lead lean forward to sketch.

The skin of the paper invites it’s clothing.

Gliding across the plains, conquering and stretching the hues of her eyes.

Polishing those beautiful pupils, giving life to her sublime death.

Presenting “I am the Many Faces of the People I Draw” depicts the portraitures of recreational subjects of reality. The iconic figures are carefully selected to mimic photographs of reference, challenging the ‘reality’ that photography captures. The incompletion the individual portraitures act as a metaphor of erasure, the fear of forgetting the existence of a being. Capturing only the significant and most memorable features of the face like the eyes, the gaze or the lips, the voice.