Some time ago through odd circumstances I came into possession of two sketchbooks. The man they belonged to is no longer living. I keep sketchbooks so of course I looked through his. The books contained some writing but mostly pencil drawings. These included room interiors, a couple of portraits and quite a few crudely drawn nudes, some phallic male images but mostly female. Various people made entries over a long time span so with the exception of a few signed pages it is impossible to know who did what.
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| Sketchbook page, unknown artist |
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| 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.
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Venus of Willendorf
Naturhistorisches Museum, Vienna |
I know I'm out on a limb here but I just found this interesting.