2008/12/22

I am the Beholder



I like drawing portraits because I believe that each person is unique by their eyes, nose, and mouth in three alone. Sort of a unique trinity. I like trying my best to capture that. I also believe that the eye of the beholder sees each feature just a little bit differently. Through my drawings, I like to show people what my eyes and what my hands see.

I think my next obstacle is to evoke some kind of emotion out of each figure. Smiling for the camera is one thing; but what were they thinking or feeling when they took the picture? What are the smallest lines and wrinkled around their eyes and mouth that give it away?

2008/12/04

Echo



It's not often that I become nervous when speaking in public, but yesterday was one of those rare occasions. It was the oddest sensation -- I nearly lost my nerves by my captivation of the phenomenon. Suddenly, my audience seemed to zoom far away, as if I was now trying to reach listeners from a great distance. My consciousness seemed to rush backwards, as though further still from my intent audience. My voice and whatever part of the brain that controls what I say felt separated from my consciousness, while my voice seemed to echo back at me as though coming from some other person. I felt as though I was a part of the confused audience, waiting and trying to make sense of what "I" was trying to say, and wondering what was coming next.

My secret? I started crying in front of the audience. They all thought that I was crying because my story was so personal and touching, but I think that I started crying because I lost my nerve in the sea of eyes and ears fixed upon me.