I have been thinking about having another drawing for my blog header. I already made a little doodle, sketch which I wrote about here. But with all the commotion of this summer somehow this project slipped to the bottom of my priority list. Looking at the date of my post I’d even say some dust has settled on the drawing. The thing is, even though I have not touched the drawing, I have been thinking about it ever since. I have been collecting ideas, adding elements here and there in my mind, and I think I found what I was looking for.
Although my style, my techniques, my freedom in exploration has changed considerably since I first started exploring art, the initial love affair I had with women with wind blow hair has remained. The playfulness of the wind, of the rays of the sun on the strands of hair is something that fascinates me to this day. Therefore, I thought it would be important to take this inner voice seriously and see where it would take me.
So here she is. Bare and vulnerable, as she is just coming to life. And yet I already have her hair flowing and moving like the sea. Some might think that red is a very harsh color, even one that brings on thoughts of fire and devastation. But the thing is, for me red is life. Red is the color that brings vibrancy, the color that lives and breathes energy. I love this color, and I cannot dream of anything else that would represent me, my inner most soul better than this color. From here I’ll continue and see where she wants to go. I’ll just have to listen very closely to what she whispers into my ear.