I drew this skull a couple of months ago just as a way of practicing my seeing and drawing skills. The skull was the better of several creepy suggestions. At first I did not want to draw it, finding myself resistant to the thought that I myself will one day die.
The skull reminded me of my own frailty in the here and now as well, of how we are made up of such tenuous parts as blood and bones, and myriad other parts that somehow function together, which is truly fascinating. I was, and am, simultaneously repulsed and intrigued.
Our being alive––moving and breathing, interacting with others and the world around us––is a wonder. By focusing on death as I made the drawing, I actually found myself being more aware of life. As I reflect upon it now, I feel my breath gently tickle the inside of my nose, and my eyes delight in the play of light and shadow on the form, the play of light and shadow on my life.
|Skull, graphite on paper, 10 x 8 inches, 2015.|