
More old Genart, 2004 Self Portrait
Since you seemed to like the last one, here's the one for the year after that.
In late 2002 (or early 2003) I had reunited with my father, only to have him go insane on me a few months later. I have this tendency to nudge people I'm close to even if I'm not aware of it. In this case I was inspiring the friends of my father to really like me and catch some glimpses into their own potential. What this resulted in was that my extremely controlling and manipulative father felt he was losing control with me in his life, so he pulled some really nasty tricks which involved making accusations about my religion, my marriage, and my general lifestyle to try and push me away and taint my image to his wife and friends. He also very skillfully picked a time when I would be distracted and unable to focus my full mind on him when I confronted him. Eventually I told him I couldn't talk to him anymore and that was that. I'm an adult, and so is my father and his friends and family. I have my own life and friends and family to focus on and as he insists that I betray who and what I am to be a part of his life, I have nothing more to do with him. Thus the symbolism of the bandage to mend the injury, and the scissors to cut the ties.
This was one of the first pictures I did with colored lines, and I avoided markers completely and aimed for a much softer shading technique. I should do that again sometime. Who knows, maybe with this year's portrait.
In late 2002 (or early 2003) I had reunited with my father, only to have him go insane on me a few months later. I have this tendency to nudge people I'm close to even if I'm not aware of it. In this case I was inspiring the friends of my father to really like me and catch some glimpses into their own potential. What this resulted in was that my extremely controlling and manipulative father felt he was losing control with me in his life, so he pulled some really nasty tricks which involved making accusations about my religion, my marriage, and my general lifestyle to try and push me away and taint my image to his wife and friends. He also very skillfully picked a time when I would be distracted and unable to focus my full mind on him when I confronted him. Eventually I told him I couldn't talk to him anymore and that was that. I'm an adult, and so is my father and his friends and family. I have my own life and friends and family to focus on and as he insists that I betray who and what I am to be a part of his life, I have nothing more to do with him. Thus the symbolism of the bandage to mend the injury, and the scissors to cut the ties.
This was one of the first pictures I did with colored lines, and I avoided markers completely and aimed for a much softer shading technique. I should do that again sometime. Who knows, maybe with this year's portrait.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
Species Housecat
Size 436 x 600px
File Size 70.8 kB
Another awesome picture, Gen. Sorry to hear about the crap your father pulled... kinda been there myself, just with an uncle and his family... Because of them, I have no one other than my boyfriend, my older brother, and my gran to go to for family support. My mother and Grandfather died (within a year of each other) when I was 19. They were the only family that kept me close, the only two in my family that really cared for me and I lost them both.
Sorry... have to go cry now...
Sorry... have to go cry now...
I see that the fire has moved from the pants to the shirt sleeves.
That looks like an extremely difficult angle to draw from--looking at your back, with one arm behind, and looking over your shoulder. I am *very* impressed with how well you did the pose here, Gen.
I am truly sorry to hear what happened between you and your father.
That looks like an extremely difficult angle to draw from--looking at your back, with one arm behind, and looking over your shoulder. I am *very* impressed with how well you did the pose here, Gen.
I am truly sorry to hear what happened between you and your father.
Probably not, at least not in this life. Part of me likes to think that while on his death bed or something he'll look back at all the mistakes he's made in life and repent, but I honestly don't think he will. He's played the twisted image he's made of me so many times in his head that he believes it, which is a shame but it's his way of justifying what he's done in life.
He's missed out as I'm an awesome person to have as a daughter, but he's happy in that hole he's dug for himself. As the previous year showed, I won't crawl anymore for someone that refuses to walk.
He's missed out as I'm an awesome person to have as a daughter, but he's happy in that hole he's dug for himself. As the previous year showed, I won't crawl anymore for someone that refuses to walk.
Sorry to hear about you and your father not working out. I know your meant to love your parents no matter what but I can understand for some people thats just not an option or it's just too damn hard. I guess you can count me lucky that me and my father are tight (not super tight but generally get along).
I hope and pray one day you and your father can make amends and get back together. On his death bed if need be.
*hug*
I hope and pray one day you and your father can make amends and get back together. On his death bed if need be.
*hug*
It was a fun technique to work with. I did the initial image in my sketchbook and then 'inked' it on a clean sheet of bristol board via my light table with colored gelpens, the kind you can get at just about any store with a fair sized office supply section.
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