Drawing 50

I woke up, thinking - what to do today? What does one do when one turns 50? My paints were in my studio, but the only thing that made any sense was to sit myself down right away, and take a good honest look at myself before I had any time to think. I found a watercolor block, and my drawing box and thus began a project of drawing myself every day for my 50th year. To live 50 as a painter, taking a good look each day, whether I have 2 minutes or an hour, and whether I want to or not. And in the way that iterations are not just repetitions but change due to the very fact of being repeated, I will live the year of 50.

Karen Kaapcke, September 2012

The Continuation: I have noticed in this, my 51st year, that I am more my body than ever. Yet I was suddenly barely recognizing it. The need to look at it and 'lean in' with it, to work with it, has become central. As a result, my body is becoming more my own. And more universally representative of the need to be present physically in a way that most women find only happens in the younger, sexy years. 51 = drawing the body.

Karen Kaapcke 3.30.13

A few years later, and I looked into the mirror - and was struck by how foreign my belly was to me. I still don't recognize myself.

Karen Kaapcke 9.20.16
After coming home from dropping my daughter off for the bus up to her winter camping trip I started drawing right away, because I knew that I would soon crash.  She woke up at 5am, thus I woke up at 5am.   I was already missing her, already noticed her sneakers left on the floor (and thus not in her backpack), already hoping she remembered to pack underwear (she packed for herself).   To distract myself, I put bristol onto foam core - this amplifies the sound of my marks and the sensation of drawing becomes immediately all encompassing.  Less and less I approach my work with preconceived ideas, and today was no exception - through drawing, I found myself this morning.

2.6.13, self portrait finding myself, graphite on bristol, 7 1/2 x 9 1/2", ©Karen Kaapcke 2013