Drawing 101
I wonder if I kept that
self-portrait from my
first college art class, contour
in pencil, peering
into a mirror, on sketch
bond. Dave Barr,
he would
have to be, what, in
his seventies by now, my
first acquaintance with
a practicing artist, one
with a studio
and ideas that woke him up
mornings. The
twist, I
recall, was to render ones’
face as it might look
forty years in the future,
warts and all, as they
say. As if by
magic I’ve
arrived, suddenly,
at my destination, the
one I predicted
using only line to map
sagging jowls, face etched
and a nose grown to epic
proportion. At
least
that’s how I remember it,
a masterpiece of
draftsmanship that captured the
soul of its subject,
a man rendered in short hand,
his gaze bewildered
when I was going for a
bemused detachment.
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