I've felt very drawn today and i'm not sure i was in the right frame of mind to be watching something as emotionally wrenching as Bright Star.
But i did.
Because i'm an idiot and a masochist.
As a consequence i keep finding myself intermittently sobbing.
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Even though the movie finished over an hour ago.
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Ugh.
On the upside, it did remind me of this drawing of a scene from the film by Marie Harnett:
I can't say i'm hugely fond of Harnett's work.
I feel the need for more accuracy in her draughtsmanship but this piece from her Star series has all the sad, quiet beauty contained within the film itself.
And this is by no means an easy feat.
Pencil work can be extremely flat and lack dimension.
So often i see drawings that seem to cower from the very idea of pure shadow.
There are so many degrees of light and shade and they are ever present in life, therefore they should be just as present in a representation of life.
Something i feel Marie Harnett captured perfectly here.
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