Tuesday, July 20, 2010
I overheard some girls talking about how depressing it was to be turning thirty and how old they thought they looked. Thirty? If they only knew! Forty is way better than thirty and I assume life is just going to get better from here. And how come they aren't proud of those barely pronounced baby wrinkles? I worked for every wrinkle I've got. My wrinkles symbolize where I am and how I got here. It seems pretty strange to me that holding onto youth is a priority for anyone. What drives people to want to look like they haven't lived?
What is interesting or beautiful about that?
I just finished a set of retablo like paintings. This is one of my favorites. I haven't mastered painting wrinkles yet. I'll work on that. I just got an idea for a drawing...