9 x 12 graphite pencil on Strathmore Bristol Smooth paper. “Foolishness sleeps soundly, while knowledge turns with each thinking hour, longing for the dawn of answers.” "Oh, man in the moon, send an evening star to wink at my dreary eyes, and I shall make a wish for a peaceful world that spins with no more lies.” As I layer my graphite, bringing the pencil to the very limit of its tone, it isn’t until then that I change the grade, 4H, 2H, H, HB, B, 2B, and 4B, repeating each layer of tiny overlapping circular motions, changing my hand pressure. It isn’t until I push the very limits that I achieve the deepest dark as possible, dark as charcoal. Each line I create, I do so with every ounce of my emotion...pouring my heart into the piece, bringing life to her. I find myself becoming more exhausted as the emotion drains from my soul.
2 Comments
Cheryl Riley 28 Nov 2020
You did an excellent job. Your time spent certainly paid off.Karen Muro Aréchiga 13 Nov 2020
Like it a lot, Rick! Congrats.