Wednesday, 2 November 2011

Imperfection(s).

for what seemed like quite a while, though i was reasonably good at it, i refused to draw anything that was too realistic, or as how i perceived it then, 'not beautiful'.
Sketches of real places, real objects, real people-
those did not interest me.

I was preoccupied with illustrating 'the perfect'-
Perfectly shaped faces, elegant looking noses, impossibly large beautiful eyes-
these were the ideal, in my mind.
Even if forced to depict something realistic, I found that I had a tendency to automatically correct features/aspects that i deemed less desirable-

a less slender waist would be made thinner; a chubbier face more sharp; smaller eyes, larger;
things like those.

It wasn't until i hit adolescence, that i started to appreciate the small imperfections, or deviations from the so-called/established ideals of beauty-

It was then that i started to want to draw nothing else but the imperfect-
real things, real places,

real people.


Living breathing, beautiful specimens of life.
With thoughts, feelings, reservations, emotion.
People who were strangers; people who i knew/know-

I wanted to recreate the kind of feeling/emotion these people evoked in me.

I've never looked back ever since.

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有些无聊,也不是很重要,
可是我没有理由的偶然发现,

其实自己的下巴,的确是蛮尖的。
就,objectively speaking.



好啦,拜给你。
算你厉害。

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