“I feel bad about the moths getting in here”
Our midterm for painting is to do an illustration for a New Yorker article. I found one called “Over the Wall”. The author, Roger Angell, recently lost his wife and considers how all the things the dead don’t know pile up (such as President Obamas reelection, Hurricane Sandy, their granddaughters first weeks at preschool, …), and takes you farther away from who you were when they knew you last, and therefore, farther away from them. It’s a really lovely piece, the kind that makes you cry even though the writing is executed more objectively rather than emotionally, kind of detached. He writes in a kind of rambling sort of way. The way you think when the thoughts are too sad to bear, so you kind of just let them go off on their own. Then he’ll get pulled back to the present, and it’s at one of these moments where he regrets at the moths getting in and messing with his memory of her. The entire article is beautiful, but that simple moment created such poignant imagery and embodied the feeling of the article so well that I decided I wanted to use that passage as the base for my painting.
So this was what I worked on today. It is ink splashes scanned into Photoshop and then drawn on top of and messed around with. This isn’t the final painting, not even close. Its just one step to figuring out how the final piece will go. But i got so sucked into it, before I knew it the sun was setting. Im starting to like digital a little more. Especially when its mostly just simple inking. Anyways, Im rather fond of this little picture, so, I thought I’d put it up here.