I woke up this morning to a crazy pounding headache and the persistent image of a particular hair bun. After doodling for about an hour, I realized that the bun in question was none other than Madame Matisse’s, so I set to work staring at her face (or, interpretations of it). One of my favorite sculpture series has always been the busts of Madame Matisse with increasingly abstract hairdos, and something about the knot in my head today must have triggered an association. I often long for hair that could be piled on my head – thick, long excessive amounts of hair that just flops about and makes crazy shapes at random – but I will settle for drawing opulent piles of tresses on the page.
