I like this 60-second gesture I did a few years ago. Stumbled upon it again tonight. I like what it conveys to me and what the model may or may not have meant to convey.
The intent is what may be hard to discover after the fact, so all that remains is what is. What the model intended, what the artist intended, what the viewer receives are secondary to the moment. The separation is the mystery and the wonder of art, for me, at least.
Except for the most pedantic and straightforward renderings, it really doesn't matter what the artist intended. What is received in the sensitive soul is more than likely what went into the art. That may have started with the observed object or person and moved faithfully through to the end-viewer, or it may have been filtered through the artist's feelings, known or unknown, at the moment of capture.
Only by doing--drawing and drawing and returning back to the canvas over and over does the miracle of the moment occur. Discipline brings such freedom of movement, such joy of creation, and distillation of movement and form. Then the expression is more freely conveyed.
The art of gesture says so much in what it leaves silent.
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