Sunday, July 1, 2012

Sketchbook pages.

Couple of rough sketches on a Subway and running around. Pencils in Stillman&Birn Gamma book.
I saw the movie, documentary about Francesca Woodman, called The Woodmans, what an amazing artist photographer, what an amazing short but so productive life, she committed suicide at age 22. Her diary, aren't we all feel the same? Why it is so hard to understand and be OK with being imperfect?

2 comments:

CrimsonLeaves said...

Hard for some, less hard for others. It is the intense personality that can be our salvation or our demise, Nikira. I will always struggle with not being good enough. Love your sketches, as always.

Nikira said...

Thank you CrimsonLeaves. I think we all so much alike but each struggle separately.