Category Archives: drawings
i felt like drawing a goat today, so i drew one.
in the summer of 2006, i wrote the first draft of my novella, Yesterday, in Lotus Shoes: an epic of tiny proportion, an allegory-adventure about Lotus Girl. all along, i intended it to be an illustrated novella. four years and many iterations of illustrations later, and still not one set of drawings or paintings has seemed quite right for the job. i pick the manuscript up every now & then, edit a little bit, and then let it marinade a little longer. one day, i’ll finish it!
i made this series of six pencil drawings shortly after i wrote the first draft. i kind of like these as stand-alone drawings.
in high school, i became obsessed with drawing gymnasts – in a way, drawing from the photographs in International Gymnast (IG) magazine was my version of a life drawing course. thanks largely to Eileen Langsley, there were so many gorgeous action shots to draw and study. i learned proportions, how musculature works, how our bodies move and bend.
sadly, save for a drawing of Dominique Dawes, which was printed in the high school yearbook, i’ve lost all of my high school gymnastics drawings.
the drawing above is a portrait of Gina Gogean, a Romanian gymnast who competed in the late 80s and 90s. she was such a beautiful gymnast, both graceful and dynamic. i always thought she had such a pensive look about her.
dated 1994 (note my silly signature), i must have been about 15 years old when i drew it. i found it snug in a sketchbook – it got quite smudged over the years!
the other day, i started rummaging through my old portfolios and sketchbooks, which is a really fun but strange trip back in time. in a sketchbook from sometime around ’96 or ’97 (i was 17 or 18), i found this series of hand drawings. i guess i’m in a sort of nostalgic mood lately, because i’ve been reading a lot of my old writing, too – which, by the way, more often than not is one of the most masochistic things a person can do. i’m pretty sure i sport “scrunchy face” the entire time while reading my old words.
anyway, here’s an excerpt from one of my old essays – it’s a silly little companion to these drawings:
My fingers are skinny and long, and if you didn’t know me well, you might guess I play piano (but you would guess wrong). I have weirdly wrinkled knuckles, a trait I share with my oldest sister. I have flat fingernails, a trait I share with my brother. The left side of the top knuckle on my right ring finger is numb and knobby because ever since I could hold a pencil, I have held it incorrectly, a bad habit documented by my pre-school teacher on an evaluation sent home to my parents (I think she feared it would inhibit my writing and drawing skills).