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Ego•centri•city
When I look back at my creative process, I realise that I went with my gut feeling. I love the feeling of conceiving a face, a body, and when you give it the strokes of a pencil it “comes to life”.
It’s especially in the eyes that I feel that. It’s paradoxical because as much as I love drawing eyes, I hate drawing both eyes. You only need to get the first one right to mess up the second. I rage every time over the 2nd eye. So much so that it’s increasingly difficult for me to know whether it’s coherent or not.
I don’t use the mirror technique to realise my mistakes. Sometimes I see a drawing again the next day and that’s when I get scared.
I’ve always loved vintage fashion from the 60s. There was a genuine casualness and freedom of style. This illustration will be the last of 2022 for the Inktober challenge. I won’t be able to keep up the pace I’ve set myself: 1 drawing a day and the prompt discovered the same day. I’d come out of it emotionally exhausted and wouldn’t pick up the pencil again until a year later.