I’ve realized now that ever since I started drawing in mid-April, after I decided to no longer teach the science courses at the school (and reconciling my feelings over that, money versus happiness), that each of my drawings is a meditation on something.
This one was one about making what I considered flawed un-flawed – about learning from past mistakes and making lemonade out of lemons. It’s about not being afraid all the time over what I consider such a flawed piece because it actually isn’t.
So what if it doesn’t look like the original image? It’s an interpretation of something I’m seeing through my mind’s eye and through the filter comprising my thoughts and my fears, even my culture and my environment. Pretty loaded but through it all, what I had considered was flawed emerged, I think, beautiful.
he watches her when she’s not looking thinking him asleep in their bed nestled beneath the covers he wonders of the fears that live inside her head that she’s not beautiful enough or smart enough for him to love her forever nor thin enough like the others who came before does she know, he wonders, as he reaches for her that she is his harbor, his anchor, his shore.
This is for National Poetry Month, where I’m writing on a theme. Inspired by Álvaro de la Herrán‘s video for GQ Spain called Mine