No. 402, Marilyn Karalyn, February 2018. SOLD |
Here we go again. My second round with Marilyn Monroe, who seemed to favor blacks and whites -- so she's a natural for the graphites and pencils.
I am not the Marilyn obsessive, but my oldest daughter Kara Lyn definitely is. And that's why there are now two Norma Jean drawings.
No. 359, Marilyn's Big Brim, February 2017. SOLD |
The first, No. 359 -- ironically from exactly a year ago today -- changed hands a few times. Kara wanted it, she got it. A cousin wanted it, Kara sold it. Cousin loved it but gifted it. Recipient loved it.
But Kara had an empty spot on her wall, and maybe a little regret. And I may have been a little upset.
So she wanted another one.
Who's she gonna call?
Right.
This one had to have a bitchier look, tighter clothes, more sass.
I set about her on Friday night, after the worst day I'd had in years, and rounded her off on Saturday night after a fourth-of-a-bottle of Dewars.* I was conveying the bitchiness.
I ground down three pencils to nubs with all of that black.
I call this one "Marilyn Karalyn." Because it rhymes.
And because I'm a little baked.
And you can't buy her.
Kara already did.
*Thank you, Marie, wherever you are, for mixing them strong.
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