December 6, 2008 at 1:15 pm (Fun, In Real Life, Journaling, Memories, Sketches)

I finally got a hold of a scanner. I told you people I would, eventually! (It was a long time ago, and I won’t hold it against you if you don’t remember.)

When I went to Rome, ages ago (I’m saying this while casually waving my hand in a dismissive gesture and turning my nose up as high as it goes, don’t worry), my dad, sis and I stopped to watch these street performers.It was pretty amazing, and we took a picture and left.

Years later (a few months ago), I’m sitting in my living room, bored and in the mood to sketch something.

So this


turns into this


I can’t help but feel critical of it. The transformation from these rough-edged yet beautiful street performers into something soft and…. cute, it’s almost frustrating. I like my doodle, yes, but in a way entirely separate from why I like the photograph. I guess that’s the interpretation, but it’s unintentional. I wish I could capture the raw-edged beauty of the performers, instead of blunting their corners. I forget, sometimes, the connection between the inspiration and the doodle.


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