Whenever I draw people (especially when they're not looking) I can't help but feel a little guilty. As if I'm some how stealing a little part of themselves and putting it down onto my paper. That's why I only dare to take a few looks. People (especially Americans) always seem to have a sixth sense for when someone is looking at them.
Truth be told I've actually always had trouble looking people in the eyes ever since I was little. Something about eyes mesmerizes and frightens me at the same time. They are truly the window to the soul and it seems as if I am not the only one who believe this. I cannot speak for the rest of the world, but around here people tend to avoid eye contact with everyone they don't need to interact with.
To touch. To see. All are extremely intimate transactions of energy, sensation, and knowledge. To look to each other is to acknowledge each other's existence completely, and thusly allow them to be a part of your world, however short their stay may be. When you drive down the street, do you just see cars or do you see people with family, loved ones, happiness, pains? I think to fully comprehend the notion of every single human being on this planet is just too much to handle. Thusly we burry into our cocoons to keep us safe so we don't feel the pain or guilt when people are dying and hurting all around us. If it doesn't directly affect us, it doesn't exist.
Anyways, this may go to scraps later. These are all just really sketches of people and kids from my work. No one knew I was drawing them even the woman with the glasses I just kind of drew that way. Sorry for the crappy scan.
I really like your comments -- for all your work, but especially this one. Thanks for sharing so much.
Love the expression on the lady in the middle -- she seems nice, and comfortable enough to look people in the eye, even though she might not have been looking at you (you just drew her that way, as you said).
My favorite is the man in the hat, though. I wonder why he's drawn from this angle. Did you only dare to take this one look, or did you simply like this view best for the sketch?
Thanks a lot I prefer to have some substance in the artists comments. It help the viewer connect more with their reasoning. The man in the hat is drawn like that because it was the angel he was facing when I was drawing him. I was sitting at a table and he was at one a few tables ahead of me.
Once, a long time ago...I was in a record store, and a young man approached me and said hello. I had never met him, but he was sure we had met, so I thought for a minute. Still nothing...
He apologized, and kept browsing the vinyl. About 10 minutes later, he came back blushing. He showed me his sketch book. It had a picture of me looking out the window on the train. He had thought he knew me because he has studied my face for so long, and it dawned on him later that it was because he had sketched me ^_^.
So I do feel an artist takes a bit of the subject with them
Wow! That's such an amazing story! Thank you for sharing it and yeah, I couldn't agree more. It's amazing how drawings can become like a little diary to an artist
Love the expression on the lady in the middle -- she seems nice, and comfortable enough to look people in the eye, even though she might not have been looking at you (you just drew her that way, as you said).
My favorite is the man in the hat, though. I wonder why he's drawn from this angle. Did you only dare to take this one look, or did you simply like this view best for the sketch?
Once, a long time ago...I was in a record store, and a young man approached me and said hello. I had never met him, but he was sure we had met, so I thought for a minute. Still nothing...
He apologized, and kept browsing the vinyl. About 10 minutes later, he came back blushing. He showed me his sketch book. It had a picture of me looking out the window on the train. He had thought he knew me because he has studied my face for so long, and it dawned on him later that it was because he had sketched me ^_^.
So I do feel an artist takes a bit of the subject with them