I get stuck on certain images (um, see the post “Variations” for more) and one that I’m currently stuck on is this: A disembodied head, eyes closed, with a hankerchief wrapped around its head. I keep drawing different versions of it and now I just made this quick, little sculpture:
Together, they’re about 1 1/2 inch across, so they’re really tiny.
When I was a kid, I used to love to find little broken, forgotten things – old toys being thrown out, that sort of thing. And I used to love to take them home and make them “get better” by bandaging them up and caring for them like they were sick. I’ve been thinking about that a lot as I draw this image over and over; about this weird impulse to comfort something that’s been “hurt” – even if it’s an inanimate object and can’t be hurt or comforted.
I like the way these heads turned out. I wanted them to be a little fucked up and I purposely smudged the eyes (actually, I drew the eyes in with charcoal because I knew I wanted to smudge them, and then the charcoal played along nicely). Even though I knew from the start that I was going to be putting little hankerchiefs around their heads, it felt like I was giving them comfort and helping them to rest.
I decided as I was writing this that I wanted to do something else with them and as it happens, I have a few of these cool little wooden boxes that I bought a few months ago and don’t know what to do with. I know I want to try and do a sort of Lucas Samaras-type thing, but other than that? No idea. Not something adorable like Joseph Cornell, but Samaras isn’t quite right either.
Anyway, this is all a roundabout way of saying that I put them in the little box, and I like them like this. This is truly something I would have done as a kid – put them away in a felt-lined box, so that they would be safe.
It’s a step in the right direction for the boxes, but I’m still not sure.