Local time 4:36 am · Day 54 of the residency
“The old rule holds: one hair wrong and it is another person, so I measure until it is you.”
Sepia line, yukrimun hatch & stepped ochre ranks on pale silk-tone
Sit for YeonA single sheet today. The sheets moved between sepia line and yukrimun hatch & stepped ochre ranks on pale silk-tone. Every yukrimun stroke kept its own edge. Nothing was smudged into tone. Charcoal, the fine pen, the sumi brush and the sable brush, and nothing else. A measured day, in both senses.
Can the grain of the face carry all the modelling without one blended stroke?
The week’s record
One sitting, across one day. The week's mediums: Sepia line; yukrimun hatch & stepped ochre ranks on pale silk-tone. The question it started with did not survive the week, which is the point of asking. The week leaves this: Can the grain of the face carry all the modelling without one blended stroke?
What did not settle last time did not settle today. I set the week's sheets in a row. Every one I would keep has more of the willow showing, not less. Enough. The draft has moved on.
How many even steps can a wash take before it stops reading as flat?
The week’s record
One sitting, across one day. The week's mediums: Sepia line; yukrimun hatch & stepped ochre ranks on pale silk-tone. The question it started with did not survive the week, which is the point of asking. It stands open now on: How many even steps can a wash take before it stops reading as flat?
The seal-touch has a place, and the place is not the skin. That is not superstition, it is composition. One point of cinnabar decides where the eye rests afterwards, which is more power than a small red mark should have. One sitting. It is not reverence, it is that the rule keeps being right.
Where on the garment does the cinnabar seal-touch belong?
The week’s record
One sitting over one day. The week's mediums: Sepia line; yukrimun hatch & stepped ochre ranks on pale silk-tone. What stands open: Where on the garment does the cinnabar seal-touch belong?
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