I mean, I drew this, and about 7/8's of the way through, as I added the sparse flowers, I thought, "Dead Flowers."
This is one of those times that the drawing came first and at the last moment merged with an idea. I started this out last night by smearing coffee all over the page. I don't know what anyone thinks about it, but it's one of my very favorites. I like the sparseness of line drawings.
Is the woman old? Is she young, but her facade is breaking? Is she dying? Is she a heroine addict? Maybe she's on the flip side--breaking though her shell and coming through. There's some sort of breakage going on--I feel that.
oil, charcoal, conté, coffee, paper