You are not mistaken. It’s not a bookshelf, as you initially thought. This is a portrait. A portrait as a reflection, as a metaphor of your life.
I worked on this for 2 years. So that everyone could understand that this bookshelf belongs to a lonely old man. It was collected for years, chaotically, haphazardly, and largely unnecessary. But it’s alive.
Since childhood, I’ve loved home libraries. In every house I go to, I first run to the bookshelf, if there is one, of course. I assure you, spending half an hour at the bookshelf, you will learn more about the owner than in a day of conversation.
Bookshelves consist not only of books. They are populated by everything that surrounds the owner. They reflect his inner world, even if he doesn’t strive for it. It happens naturally.
So I thought to suggest that you draw your bookshelves as your portraits. It can be quite fun. And you don’t have to record what’s in your shelf. You can come up with everything that could be there. Every book, every trinket.
Create a melody. And I will help you turn it into a song. Or an opera. Everything depends on the size of your imagination and bank account.
The sizes of your fantasies are boundless, the sizes of the canvas are practically the same. Immerse yourself in them. It’s enjoyable.
