"The unending paradox is that we do learn through pain." - Madeleine L'Engle
This one is a little confronting. I dont know where it came from. I just started drawing a reclining figure this afternoon and this is where it led me. I was thinking of the human figure in its most unsanitised state. Our society is so very good at sanitising the human figure. We are so often shielded from it at it's most vulnerable and ugly. When it suffers.
Ive known quite a few people that lost a loved one to a terminal illness. But as yet, I havent had to face it myself. Perhaps its presumptuous of me to try and portray something I have no personal experience of?
