A Facebook friend (James Koehnline) recently introduced me to the art of Remedios Varo. I didn’t notice how much I had soaked it up until I saw the piece below, as I was preparing to scan yesterday’s art:
I think the relative isolation of the past two years has made me extra-aware of my social anxiety. Evening studio time spent decompressing after a gallery potluck.
I have posted before about how sometimes when I’m blocked I like to draw Princesses – in effect, my princesses are blockade runners.
There is an Inner Critic who tells me that my Princesses don’t really like me. They would much prefer to have been drawn by a Rackham, a Himmapaan, a Dulac, or Adrienne Segur. Or really, any artist with a better eye for detail, a finer hand, a stronger sense for color.
Sigh. Go to your room, Inner Critic. You may be right, but I am going to do this anyway.