Sketchbook page, unknown artist |
Sketchbook page, unknown artist |
The moment I first saw these drawings I thought them more honest and powerful than anything I do. That initial reaction has softened somewhat but that was my first gut response. Why would anyone do these drawings? Are they simply the scratchings of some old pervert? I remember doing similar, though far less explicit, drawings when I was quite young. What if there is something primal going on here? What if they are a modern mans Venus of Willendorf? Capturing femaleness in it's most basic form.
Venus of Willendorf Naturhistorisches Museum, Vienna |
I know I'm out on a limb here but I just found this interesting.