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
When I was out running today, I once again had the sense of working back into the drawing from earlier.   The layering in a drawing: after several hours away I think of the drawing more as what it means independent of what I'm looking at. The ideas have a whole different sense to them, more abstract, more about the picture - but also, more about what the underlying mood was. I think it's a different way of gong beyond mere likeness. Also, when I go back to it, there's the sense of layering but what I'm interested in is not a layering where you're working into the same drawing, but approaching it almost as a different drawing. But giving them both equal weight.

 5.16.13, self portrait in the key of triangle, graphite, 4x6", ©Karen Kaapcke 2013

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