Imperfection(s).
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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