It’s not faces themselves that mean so much, it’s the repetition of their representations. Seeing Lispector on the street, Heti at a reading, would be nothing if these weren’t instances of the faces on a million book covers. What am I adding in reproducing these representations? Drawing is always some kind of attempt at possession – to possess or to be possessed – and I’m never sure which.
Joanna Walsh draws photos of Marguerite Duras, Clarice Lispector, Joan Didion, Miranda July, and Sheila Heti. [via New Directions]