A new charcoal piece that I’m actually really proud of. Returning to the first visual medium I fell in love with. My favourite part is drawing the water, portraying reflections and refractions with a medium that is quite literally solid black. It’s like magic.
I started this drawing on a day when I was having a depressive episode, and finished it on a day after it had fully passed.
It was really, really, really hard to draw that day, and drawing didn’t make me “feel better” in that moment or anything. But my therapist tells me that doing art in an effort to care for myself instead of sinking into destructive spirals is a courageous act I should feel proud of.
I hated the piece when I left it that day. But I cleaned it up after coming back to it with fresh eyes (and fresh brain chemistry). And I like to think that the two different moods I created this in gives it extra depth.
A charcoal piece that i created almost 2 years ago (!!)
Every time I come across this picture in my camera roll, I get a jolt of excitement like “damn that’s the good shit”. After exploring so many different art mediums in the past 2 years, I think my heart always knew what spoke to me the most. Even though my brain kept denying it and telling me to “inject some colour” into my work. 😂 Somehow I convinced myself that art without colour is not good enough?!!? Seriously, brains will come up with the stupidest excuses to invalidate your heart.
Anyways, more charcoal pieces to come as I really hone in on this style. ❤️👩🏻🎨
Originally published on Instagram.