I had to scrape the rust with my nails, but the marks remained. This is an old sketch of mine. That is, done by me, not a self-portrait because those are usually abstract. I cannot ‘copy’ anyone’s face.
It was stuck to the back of a wooden frame and the metal sides had aged. I tried to prise the paper away, and found these rusty stains on them. After scanning it, I zoomed in and found that I had signed twice. I have no idea why.
It isn’t a good drawing at all. I recall it was done with ordinary pencil. I asked a friend whether I should put up the “stupid sketch” here.
“If it is stupid, then don’t.”
“Oh, I don’t have a problem showing my flaws; it makes people feel good.”
I have not touched it up at all. Nature has been kind even to my feeble attempt. It has left the face and the core pretty much untouched.
There are many things in life that border our existence – they may be wonderful additions, but they stay on the periphery.
“You don’t want anyone to come close,” is an oft-stated comment.
“You are aloof,” is another.
If you look at the face closely, you will see the eyes are wide awake. Anyone who looks outside cannot be aloof. Not if she happily makes rusting metal stains too a part of her life.
Or is it only rusting metal stains that stay long enough?