I hate my scale. I hate it. I go to the gym, coat myself in sweat, stick to an eating plan, count every calorie, and still that damn scale doesn't move. Don't get me wrong. This year it moved for me A LOT. I kept that little guy working. But, either he's tired or I am or we both just aren't meshing.
So, yesterday while sitting at my table I looked over and noticed the mirror staring me down. And I thought... What the hell? Nakedness ensued.
I didn't have any new paper, so I used a cardboard remnant that backed some brushes I bought awhile back. After I did the drawing I collaged onto it with torn pages from a discarded book I'd been toying with. Here's where it gets incredible. As I ripped the pages in thirds and pasted them, I hadn't really noticed what the book title was or what the pages were from. Then, I stepped back to look at the whole piece and gasped. I had fortuitously just collaged pages from a book about women and how they feel about their bodies! Incredible.
Above and below are little excerpts of the finished collage... Actually, I did TWO. Which I'm only showing a portion of one, to protect my modesty thank you very much. Note: The printed reference to "anorexic", which I am most assuredly NOT. FYI: Those holes were in the cardboard backer I worked on and originally had elastic strung in them to hold brushes.
I know it's rough, simplistic and a bit cartoonish. But I'm OK with that. It was a quick, involved sketch more than anything.

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