“Sleeper 1” 9 × 12 inches, Crayon on Rives BFK paper
This is a handmade, original work of art NOT A PRINT and NOT AI GENERATED
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I have a lot going on around sleep. When I was younger, I took it for granted. Sleeping until one or two in the afternoon seemed like a luxury I could have every day. As I age, I sleep more lightly and sleep less. That change has made me think more about what it means to give ourselves over to sleep.
In this drawing, a bearded man rests with his eyes closed, his head nestled into a pillow and the bedding pulled up beneath his chin. The crayon marks stay visible. Short lines describe the hair and beard, while broader areas of shading give the head weight. The folds around him have their own rhythm of angled lines and light spaces. I like the contrast between the stillness of the sleeper and the activity of the marks.
Sleep has never been entirely comfortable for me. I've had night terrors, and my dreams can magnify the anxieties, desires, jealousies, and fears I carry through the day. A sleeping face gives us very little access to that interior experience. What looks quiet from the outside may feel very different within.
I'm also thinking about sleep's association with death. The temporary withdrawal from the world can suggest both rest and vulnerability. As I get older, that connection feels more personal. This is a sleeping man, but the subject opens up larger questions for me about aging, consciousness, and the time we have.
The black background shown in one photograph is for presentation only and is not part of the drawing.
“Sleeper 1” 9 × 12 inches, Crayon on Rives BFK paper
This is a handmade, original work of art NOT A PRINT and NOT AI GENERATED
FREE SHIPPING Shipping takes 3–4 Weeks This ships from San Carlos, California (The San Francisco Bay Area). I use UPS and sometimes US Post.
I have a lot going on around sleep. When I was younger, I took it for granted. Sleeping until one or two in the afternoon seemed like a luxury I could have every day. As I age, I sleep more lightly and sleep less. That change has made me think more about what it means to give ourselves over to sleep.
In this drawing, a bearded man rests with his eyes closed, his head nestled into a pillow and the bedding pulled up beneath his chin. The crayon marks stay visible. Short lines describe the hair and beard, while broader areas of shading give the head weight. The folds around him have their own rhythm of angled lines and light spaces. I like the contrast between the stillness of the sleeper and the activity of the marks.
Sleep has never been entirely comfortable for me. I've had night terrors, and my dreams can magnify the anxieties, desires, jealousies, and fears I carry through the day. A sleeping face gives us very little access to that interior experience. What looks quiet from the outside may feel very different within.
I'm also thinking about sleep's association with death. The temporary withdrawal from the world can suggest both rest and vulnerability. As I get older, that connection feels more personal. This is a sleeping man, but the subject opens up larger questions for me about aging, consciousness, and the time we have.
The black background shown in one photograph is for presentation only and is not part of the drawing.
