A lot of what doing these drawings have brought me are questions and ever more questions. One of those questions is of course the inevitable why draw in the first place. Other than decorative/making pieces that go well in a living room, or mimesis/likeness, or ground breaking art-history-wise, or expressing yourself, or therapy, and so on and whatever. None of that is a real answer to me. What is the original mark-making impulse? This morning my stumbling attempt to consider this brought me a stunning memory of a boy named Travis, who lived with his mom and 2 sisters in an apartment above me in Brooklyn years ago. The kids used to visit my studio all the time, and his sisters criticized Travis who was about 7, all the time for not knowing how to draw proper houses. He always used to draw just one particular shape over and over again. I thought, well - here's the real thing. This kid is an artist - and I told his mom to let him come down anytime. They moved away, or I did, I can't remember. But I used his shape today in my drawing.
9.6.13, self portrait without mirror 2 (with Travis' shape), graphite on pastel paper, 4x6"©Karen Kaapcke 2013