This is another of my work drawings. Over the years I have made several which I stored away as carefully as my more complete art works. To me they are evidence of a parallel me and also stand as stepping stones to the person I was becoming.
The nascent artist in me nudging away throwing out these fragmentary images. It provides a clue to to all the years of restless dissatisfaction that belonging to a desk invoked. Sending coded subconscious messages to myself.
It was a rebellion of sorts too. Acting out with line and colour if only to myself.
A sneering quest for meaning. I can see a spiky display of humour in their brevity.
Frivolous but important scraps documenting that life for me lay elsewhere.
Playing around with illustration of faces working on head structure trying to get the underneath right things like jaws and brows and cheek bones and the subtlety of lines and curves that make heads such complex three dimensional forms.
Lines sloping away in all directions different from every angle. Using geometric shapes as basic blocks is helpful in building a foundation for the face. I find it enables me to visualise the face and head as a series of planes and not just a mask with hair.
Cubism took it to the extreme but to even examine their work is helpful in appropriating everyday objects including human beings as three dimensional forms in space.
With this drawing I was trying to get away from the outline mentality of drawing. Building blocks constructing up down, left and right to add depth of form.
The skull and the head is such an extraordinary structure. So incredible that our minds ignore and simplify to easily computable visual elements. The reality is too startling and complex that without training in observation we are often only capable of seeing what a very young eye sees, the obvious features stuck onto a surface of coloured skin decorated with some hair.
Drawing is a fun way to deconstruct ourselves into seeing a more complete whole.