Changing Memories by Remembering
Kim saw her portrait on Thursday evening. We do yoga together, to keep ourselves honest and in good health, and because it costs $10 to go out and do yoga. Afterwards we ate one of my comfort meals: grilled tuna and cheese sandwiches.
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which I enjoy. I am well aware that my portraits
only resemble my subjects slightly, but they do
capture some essence.
Kim said that she recognized Kristen and Pam
more than she did herself, maybe because we
don't spend as much time studying ourselves
as we do other people.
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Drawing, cartooning, graphic novels, animation have been a braided thread through my life. I'm happy that I saved all the sketchbooks going back into high school, and journals back to college in the Sixties.
When I read some of them, I shake my head at how self-deluded I was, entering and staying in an abusive relationship for 17 years...the memory is altered (less painful) over time, with an overlay of wisdom? Maybe
experience and self-forgiveness for being dumb.
All the raw material I've compulsively produced
over the years may become part of my current
art and writing.
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I've embarked on a self-study course to bring back
my cartooning/drawing/ hand-eye coordination skills.
Graphic novels and animation allow the artist to be
in control of ALL the aspects of a story. On the bottom
left, I'm copying other artists' drawings to get a feel
for their style, on the right, teasing out my own.
Maybe it took all these years to get enough distance
from my own story to start to tell it. I see that I'm still
prone to creating my own mythology from scant evidence, to dramatize or romanticize events and people that touch my life. Better to realize that now.
Joan Didion: "I think we are well advised to keep on
nodding terms with the people we used to be,
whether we find them attractive company or not.
Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us,
come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad
night and demand to know who deserted them, who
betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were." Thanks to Brain Pickings