It has been such, such a long time since I’d drawn anything mimetic, specifically half a face. I used to make these sketches on any piece of paper I didn’t have to submit as a homework assignment or an official document. I was at dinner, waiting for my food, and suddenly felt inspired by the white paper atop the table cloth.
Somewhere, somehow, sitting at the dinner table, I found that girl again; the one I used to be (sometimes), the one I really liked to be when I wasn’t doing school work and trying to figure out how to be a contributing member of society, upholding the social contract and all that blue grass. I want to know her again. I want to be her again, not all of the cynical and excessively misanthropic hues, but the good stuff. J’en veux.
PS. I am growing out my bangs.
PPS. During the summer of 2013, I bemoaned the impossibility of talking to one’s body in a way that it would listen and behave accordingly. I have discovered recently that it is entirely possible to speak to one’s body in a way that it will be accommodating. One just really has to believe the body will oblige.