Zorra

Labels are a kind of defense mechanism that we humans have because we need to feel that we have everything under control and that's why everything has to have a name. I have a friend married to a German who, laughing - for the moment - tells of his need to label everything in his house. But literally. Apparently the man goes around the house putting stickers labeled as much as he can.

Humans do not accept chaos, we do not like asymmetry, we look for logic and the anti-aging remedy, so the sciences, labels and routines serve as a relieving patch. However, when we issue control to the ability to verbally express what we see, feel or have been able to find out, we set limits that hinder. Words can be wrong, inaccurate, expired ... and yet we cling to them as the best of our weapons. I wish telepathic communication existed through concepts or ideas!

This drawing is the first one I do on A2 paper and it has been a challenge to draw a head larger than mine. In addition, I was very afraid when it came to both Edding and Tombow Brush because I knew there would be no turning back ... Here is a small sample of that moment:

And as the post is about the art of labeling, I leave this song:

The Logical Song - Supertramp

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful

A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical

And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily

Oh joyfully, playfully watching me

But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible

Logical, oh responsible, practical

And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable

Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical

There are times when all the world's asleep

The questions run too deep

For such a simple man

Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned

I know it sounds absurd

Please tell me who I am

I said, watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical

Liberal, oh fanatical, criminal

Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're Acceptable

Respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable!

Oh, take it take it yeah

But at night, when all the world's asleep

The questions run so deep

For such a simple man

Won't you please tell me what we've learned

I know it sounds absurd

Please tell me who I am, who I am, who I am, who I am