I like to leave parts of my illustrations unfinished—sometimes scribbled or with blank space—because I love the idea of imagination filling in the rest.
Flashback to college art history class: In 1917, Marcel Duchamp submitted a men’s urinal as a fountain, and people lost their minds. When I first learned about it, I was hooked. Not just because he was challenging the entire tradition of art, but because of what he demanded from the observer. Duchamp made a statement: art isn’t finished until someone perceives it. And perception? That defines reality—or at least, their reality.
Isn’t life kind of the same? We don’t always get to choose our circumstances, but we do get to decide how we respond. How we interpret a situation, what we make of it— it’s up to us to drive the outcome. How we react determines our experience.
I thought about that this morning finishing up this illustration. Whether it’s art, a memory, or a moment, we decide what it means for us in the end.
Unrelated but worth mentioning :) I added Instagram’s minimal vintage love filter to my drawing in Paris. I like the little heart and dots it applied over my drawing @lineartheory