Line Ten

only human(s)

This drawing took at least six solid hours, with the last four spent filling in the frame pictured at the top.  The process of striking all those tiny little lines into the already tiny spaces has become a signature element of this style, and it makes me think about a couple things.  First, all that ink compressed into a small space tricks the eye.  From a distance, it seems as though the drawing has shades of grays.  Second, because there are so many lines, there are countless "mistakes" in the drawing: places where a line wanders too far over another line, places where lines aren't spaced evenly, places where line bent and slouch when they should be straight.  Again from a distance though, the drawing looks precise, clean.  

Perspective

People seem so put together sometimes.  What happens when you zoom in for that closer look though?  Seems we love precision: impossibly attractive celebrities, politicians that will solve all our societal woes, superheroes in movies, books, and on and on.  We love the magnifying glass too though, love exposing the celebrities, the Batmen, for who they really are.  We love those cellulite ridden bikini shots.  We love their dirty secrets and scandals, we love to zoom in.  

Perspective has been complicated at the cafe.  On the one hand, this is a population I've tended to idealize: oppressed people at the mercy of crappy circumstances.  Some circumstances, by virtue of being a voting, tax paying member of society, I have contributed to directly.  You see the man pan handling on the street corner, and it's not difficult to imagine a good soul in a tough spot.  

I've been zoomed in a lot at the cafe though.  I've seen lots and lots of small little lines crossing over others, countless moments of imperfection, disorder, madness.  Which is the more accurate perspective?  Is anyone really any different?