The Box came!
And in the box was this sketchbook. From 1985. I know because it’s graded, first semester: A+ Superb! Second semester: B+ Turned In Late.
I was eight. Guess I was Real Busy.
Anyway, wanted to share this one with you, Gentle Reader:
Now, ok, I’m gonna give you a minute to recover from the vertigo brought on by this crazy-ass point of view and nightmare checkered floor…
(Seriously, eight-year-old self, how much crack was you smoking? Maybe that’s why the assignment was late)
…and bring your attention to a few things:
Thing 1. I can see that the ballerina started out with a smile, which I then erased. Why? Maybe because-
Thing 2. Poor thing seems to have a left hand attached to her right arm. Has it been switch-er-rooed with her other hand, or is she a double leftie? Who knows! I’m sure it doesn’t help her get her grip on-
Thing 3. The scary-high barre which seems to be set at about 5feet off the floor.
And then there’s:
Thing 4. The bows on her shoe ribbons appear to be obeying the laws of gravity, even if the floor is flagrantly disregarding.
Here’s a closer view:
Thing 5. Remember back when we thought pointe shoe ribbons crisscrossed all the way up to the knee? Where did we get that idea? Or was it just me?
Thing 6. Why isn’t she wearing a tutu? Aren’t all little girls tutu-obsessed? What the hell!!!!