More and more frequently when I draw I am questioning what it even means to draw. What one has taken for granted when learning, and developing technique - that a certain way of making marks is the way to communicate, makes really no sense in the end. The act of putting pencil to paper - each day brings with it this question, each time I sit down and look at myself I am charged with making marks that might be significant responses to this confrontation. The drawing itself is it's answer -- which, however, lasts only as long as the act of drawing.
5.6.13. self portrait with question, graphite and craypas, 8x11"
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