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DAY TWENTY SEVEN RESULTS:

Face Shape: A little too rectangular and narrow, which is unfortunate, because I think otherwise, this would have been a great 5 Minute Me.

Eyes: I actually really like the eyes in this self portrait. There’s something that’s more connected to me when I see myself have a level of intensity in these drawings versus just staring into a mirror to illustrate my features. Even though they’re not that well done, they’re still a very good depiction of my eyes.

Nose: It’s a little to triangular at the top, but overall it’s pretty accurate. The nostrils are also a little too big.

Mouth: I promised myself I wouldn’t run out of time before being able to draw the mouth, and thankfully I actually made it. It’s not that well drawn considering I generally run out of time while I’m drawing the lower half of my face, but it’s still pretty accurate.

Details: The darkness around my eyes is a telling feature when it comes to these self portraits. The narrow groove next to my right eye is something that I think I should pay more attention to in the future 5 Minute Me’s because its a detail that is characteristic of how my eyes look in actuality. It seems like I’m unable to match the level of detail in Day 17, no matter how quickly I draw or how hard I try.

Final Thoughts: The comfort is coming back, in my writing and in my drawing. This was a big relief. To be able to draw yesterday’s 5 Minute Me and execute and then do today’s 5 Minute Me at this level gives me confidence going into the final 3 days of this crazy project. Today’s writing piece was definitely a favorite of mine aswell.

DAY TWENTY SEVEN PIECE:
Goals in Golden. (written in 5mins 00secs)

We’ve got goals concealed in golden wraps,
but hide them,
tucked in pillows, napped amongst our dreams and
sewn the seam ends;
known to only diary reams
and our
best friends.

Or maybe no one at all.

We keep them sheltered,
shut and muted,
hide the most devine,
consumed with sealing off all the shine.

Like the ceiling does from 9 - 6.

We see them build like
cinder blocks and stick
their means within our thoughts.

And in our golden wraps we’ll find them hidden
when we pass.

But never sought, they’ll never last.

be.
08.15.08

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