“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked,
“or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You
become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
-The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams

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This one’s my favorite.

I couldn’t figure out the light cache, like a few of my drawings so I left some negative space. I like redesigning but I also like honoring the integrity of the original. Lead pencils can capture life. … but it’s another thing to capture the gradation of dirt, life and light.

Inspiration and sources:

Quote: The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams quote Palmer, Amanda. The Art of Asking, or How I Learned to Stopped Worrying and Let People Help. N.p.: Grand Central, n.d. 276.

META: is a bi-annual print collection that celebrates motorcycle culture, offering content from some of the most imaginative and accomplished minds in the industry.

I came across META at a Barnes and Noble in Washington and then again in Florida. The second time I picked it up. Before reading META motocross had this single story to me: Tuff. Which I’m not. But I’m glad I picked it up.

I thought the Velveteen Rabbit introduction was appropriate because I’ve never ridden a bike.

I’ve always been curious about motocross and bike culture though have always chosen muscle over metal. (Dressage horses). And it’s funny, where ever I ride these guys aren’t too far off. Think it comes with the territory of open space. Or our need for release. A portal to carry us through time and space.

Someday I’ll get on bike.

But for now, I’ll stick with the 1,200 lbs beneath my legs.

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