A couple of months ago I started a project protesting the separation of children and parents at the border. My protest is one as a mother. I have two small children and the thought of them being taken is, like every parent, my worst nightmare and yet this actually happened to thousands of parents and children. I couldn’t do nothing, I couldn’t say oh my gosh this is awful and then just carry on with what I was doing. I had to find a way to try and protest this awful policy. But I want to be clear that this is not a political stance, in fact I hope it can help unite Americans as this is neither a Republican or Democratic voice it is simply one of a concerned mother, of which there are plenty on both sides. So I started a painting where every day I drew 30 of the nearly 3000 children that were separated. I have drawn roughly 1500 or so of them now and will carry on until I have finished. I upload my progress daily to the instagram account @2000taken and include stories of love from the experiences I have with my children and also other peoples experiences with their children. It helps to keep the kids separated human, not just a policy.
I'm sitting here working on a book for my new agent. Working on the computer too long makes me twitch and fidget, these doodles are part of the procrastination.
A quick sketch of The Rossi's while waiting to pick up DD from school. I was sitting at one of the little kids tables and a girl gave me some rough paper as a present. There was a cup of pencils close by and I quickly sketched on it what we would look like in about 3 years time!
As said by Franny from J.D. Salinger's "Franny and Zoey"
I've got a couple of shots now where nature offers up her love in the shape of hearts. This one came in the form of a snowflake
I'm thinking this dream means I am uncomfortable with the unknown right now. Which isn't so great being that I am a freelancer and my whole life is one giant big unknown step every day. Well some times Im ok with that and other times i'm not. I fantasize regularly about getting a 9-5 job with a pay cheque every Friday! Oh the sweet security... but at the expense of what? Some thoughts that at times keep me awake at night! Comments welcome as to the meaning of the dream and the price we pay for security.....
No story behind this one, I just drew her one day. The writing has nothing to do with her, it is the name of a photo .
This cap started off as the top of a jar. It makes me think of that Charlotte Rampling film "the night porter". I have been doodling a lot of jars recently. I was also practicing my hand writing for the business card I'm half heartedly trying to design... also some snow globes messily drawn, I was trying to fit snow globe into a sentence.
I subconsciously doodled this chair as I was thinking about where Frankie and Dotti lived.. I was thinking about suburbia, those elf like hat looking shapes are houses as I tried to imagine how their suburbia would look....
Drawing hair is quite hard. I often just let it turn out just the way the pencil so decides it should as I am drawing it. But some times a project has hair that needs to be a certain way so I can't leave it up to the ways of the pencil. I love messy ponytails, in real life and on paper. They are hard to draw but most likely with time and practice it will become easier.
There are a few things going on here, but it was the way that Dotti looked at Frankie, while they walked, that I liked. I'm not sure what that funny looking animal is really suppose to be? Im thinking most likely a dog that Frankie might have been walking but that looks like it was clearly discarded with after it came out looking like a badly drawn lamb...
You can hold my hand... This wouldn't have been intentionally drawn like this. I drew one and then the other and half way thru the second figure being drawn I would have seen he was or maybe she was wanting to hold the others hand... This was a doodle while I was building my website, the writing to the right was for the info below the photos.
This started off being part of the young boys fishing crowd until his attitude took a swift turn so I followed him all the way to this stroll where he became she.
I doodled these 3.5 kids while making this website. No thought no rhyme nor reason why they stand there hands on hips scolding us. Maybe I received a phone call and doodled them subconsciously. One of them now has a small soup stain on them so perhaps has every right to be looking at me/us with distain!
Started to play around with drawing young boys fishing. Figuring out postures. Slouching, pensive etc.