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[jouluk. 26., 2006|05:28 am] |
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I need to pull a Scottage Cheese and get my friends to pose naked for me. It would be insanely awkward but life is short and I know the portraits would turn out great. Drawings of friends and family almost automatically become pretty and personal. A lot of the time it works that way even with people who don't draw that well. The fact that you know the people you portray comes through somehow. A kind of added sweetness. Drawings of naked people tend to look more "honest" and raw. Whatever that means.
I could base an entire exhibition off the outcome, called "UM SO MOM, YOU SHOULD GO SEE THIS SHOW WHERE THERE'S A NUDE PORTRAIT OF ME, MY FRIEND PAINTED IT, I KNOW IT'S A BIT WEIRD, BUT I MEAN SHE'S AN ARTIST SO IT WASN'T LIKE THAT." Hahaha.
This is quickly turning into an overly confessional journal but I don't really care anymore. I am going to get fat now and will have an armor of blubber to protect me.
I will be so embarrased I wrote this when I'm older/tomorrow/as soon as I post it. |
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