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
It is the first day of spring break, and it is rainy. I spent a large part of the day prying my children off of each other, blowing out eggs for Easter eggs, making pound cake out of said eggs with said children, prying the kids off each other again, and then, when my daughter went up to play with a friend, and my son was glued to something on the laptop, drawing him.  We then went to play ping pong.   But you know, at some point in the afternoon, there was a calm, an eye in the storm - and I found the mirror and my spot in front of it, and sat for a few good long minutes very quietly looking.

3.25.13, self portrait in front of desk chair on a rainy day, graphite and craypas, 8x11"
©Karen Kaapcke 2013

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